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 case that gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing them
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet wit my on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it no thing 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 cause I'm down to
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what ya to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I to the ground wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to them little homies for they bread

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

Something for the OG's 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 to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what getting fo'
Early on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side what they now
Not thinking about what's going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent 4 years in the county wit but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's 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 mama to
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your

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