Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm getting stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't like the street life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

Lil' boy
Playing in the streets
What'cha gonna do you grow up
And have to face

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
I understand
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little for they bread

Lil' boy
in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do you grow up
And have to responsibility

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack
And learning just enough to keep your right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven young G's put serve down
In a jeep ride, east side what swerve now
Not thinking what's really going on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's but we tend to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So no need for your mama to trip
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

Lil' boy
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha do when you grow up
And have to face