Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man with my homie lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that they me
Dear god, I wonder can you 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
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, them dogs
that rep as a young hog
It nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your
Cause no fist 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 gets shot in the
You might get stuck in the
ghetto boy

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my with my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch streets
Things changed on this side
Remember used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm what call a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the hood grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so whatcha wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what? )
For tryin' to jack the homies for they grip

Snoop doggy

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

Lil' boy

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

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