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 lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the that they gave me
god, I wonder 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 life of g, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run cause is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It ain't like the street life
You better be with your shank
Cause no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I them streets
done changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
Cause now I'm what they a loced ass o.g.
The little 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 he had a twenty-two
sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his and then I heard six caps
I to the ground with blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young could a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what? )
For to jack the little homies for they grip

Snoop doggy

for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just enough to keep your 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, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about really goin' on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent years in the county
nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

That's the of a g, I guess
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