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 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 of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing like the life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

Lil' boy
Playing in the ghetto
gonna do when you grow 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 thump but now they blast,
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
sitting behind his back
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the 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 little for they bread

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

Something for the real to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you want to run and
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 enough to keep your right
Late nights, I wonder they getting fo'
morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east side they swerve now
Not about what's 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 back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all them ends you can
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, your grip

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