Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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doggy dogg:

Wake up, 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 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, two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, goes another nigga
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' like the street
You better be strapped with your
Cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
We shot in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
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 with my mind on the
That I be makin' as I touch them streets
done changed on this side
Remember used to thump, but now they 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 bigger than you, so wanna do?
Didn't he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his
I grabbed his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the with blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I used to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what? )
For tryin' to jack the homies for they grip

Snoop dogg:

for the real o.g.'s to get with
Some facts our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
for my homie
No in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin'
Seven g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where swerve now
Not thinkin' what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four in the county
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
Cause when 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

That's the life of a g, I
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