Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm 18, so I'm a young buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes another
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 no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

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

Now, I'm a dove, sitting 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 the street
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the wit grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what ya to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm his pockets and then I heard six caps
I to the ground wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them homies for they bread

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

Something for the real to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you want to run and
every single day, really 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
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put serve down
In a jeep ride, east what they swerve now
Not thinking about really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the 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
in the ghetto streets
What'cha do when you grow up
And to face responsibility