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
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you 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
Ese's way deep, two in they chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It nothing like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, 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 touch the
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
I'm grab his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
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 jack them little for they bread

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

Something for the real to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the 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 they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east what they swerve now
Not thinking about 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 ways for the youth to survive
think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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