Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop doggy

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case they gave me
Dear god, I wonder can you me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of g, I
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin'
Ugn, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' the street life
You better be strapped your shank
Cause ain't no fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

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

Dr.

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

Snoop doggy

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

Lil' boy

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