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 that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, two in they chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
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 street
Betta be wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done on this side
they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting his back
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 that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them homies for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you want to run and
Like every single day, doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No need to be if you pack right
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 jeep ride, east what they swerve now
Not thinking what's really going on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all ends you can make
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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