Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

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

ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto
gonna do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I the street
Things done on this side
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they 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
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack little homies for they bread

ghetto boy
Playing in the streets
What'cha gonna do when you up
And to face responsibility

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning enough to keep your sack right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
young G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some 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 no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

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