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 case that gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing the street life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist 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 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 as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on side
they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what they a loced-assed 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
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit 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 little homies for bread

ghetto boy
Playing in the streets
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 smooth macadamia, gaming for my homie
No need to be if you pack right
And just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I what they getting fo'
morning 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 what's 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
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your

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