Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

Wake up, out my bed
in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
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 they
Bests run 'cause is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
off the walls, throwing them dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It nothing like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
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 gonna do when you up
And have to responsibility

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as as I touch the street
Things done on this side
Remember they used to thump but now 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 with cause I'm down to
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 then I heard six
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
I didn't
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little homies for they

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

Something for the real to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they down
In a jeep ride, east side what swerve now
Not thinking about 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 expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all ends you can make
'Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, your grip

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