Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the street
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
So I guess I gots to mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
done changed on this side
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what)
For to jack them little homies for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No need to be if you pack right
And learning just enough to keep sack right
Late nights, I wonder they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, side what they swerve now
Not about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 in the county wit nutting 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
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

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