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
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm 18, so I'm a young 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, two in they chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing like the life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my on the money
That I'm making as as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump but now they blast,
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a O.G.
The little from the hood wit grip
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight behind 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 could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them homies for they bread

Lil' boy
Playing in the streets
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 know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just to keep your sack right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side 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 convicts me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all them ends you can
'Cause 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

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