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 they gave me
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing like the street
Betta be wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, sitting on
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on this
Remember used to thump but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what 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
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
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 bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack little homies for they bread

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
facts, made our made, now you want 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 pack
And learning 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 serve down
In a ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
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 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 mama to trip
'Cause you's a ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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