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 case that they 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 of g, I guess
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause 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 shank
ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

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

Dr.

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

Snoop doggy

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get
Some made our made
Now you but I'm played
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' just enough to keep your tight
Late nights, I what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what hittin' for?
Seven g's put they serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where they now
Not thinkin' about what's really on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent four in the county
With nothin' but 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 it's
So make all ends you can make
Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' grip

Lil' boy

the life of a g, I guess
The ghetto. x3

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