Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop dogg:

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they me
god, I wonder can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a 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, shanked two in the
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' dogs
that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' the street life
You better be strapped with shank
Cause ain't no fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run game in the
We gets high in the
We shot in the ghetto
You might get stuck in the
ghetto boy

Dr.

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

Snoop doggy

Somethin' for the o.g.'s to get with
Some facts made our
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin'
Seven g's put they serve down
In a g ride, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I four years in the county
With but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them you can make
Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So no need for your mama to trip
Cause a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

That's the of a g, I guess
The ghetto. x3

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That's the of a g, I guess
The ghetto. x3

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