Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop doggy

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my lil' 1/2 dead
Murder was the case that gave 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 life of g, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with your
Cause no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch them
Things done changed on this
they 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 with grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I to the ground with blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's what I get (for )
For tryin' to jack the homies for they grip

Snoop doggy

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

Lil' boy

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