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 don't scrap, I'm getting
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to handle
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

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

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done on this side
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The little from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they

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

Something for the real to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like single day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you right
And just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what getting fo'
morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 years in the wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose for the youth to survive
think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your 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