Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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doggy dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie 1/2 dead
was the case that they gave me
Dear god, I can you save me?
I'm eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But that's the of g, I guess
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your
Cause ain't no fist
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run game in the
We gets in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' boy

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, on swoll
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my on the money
That I be soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this
Remember they to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
Cause now I'm what call a loced ass o.g.
The little from the hood with grip
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so wanna do?
Didn't he had a twenty-two
sittin' behind his back
I his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young could a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's what I get (for )
For tryin' to jack the little for they grip

Snoop dogg:

for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our
Now you but I'm played
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' just enough to keep sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve
In a g ride, eastside's where they now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So all them ends you can make
Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

the life of a g, I guess
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