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

Lil' boy
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha 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 back up on my wit my mind on the money
That I'm as soon as I touch the street
Things done on this side
they used to thump but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a O.G.
The little from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I to the ground 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 little homies for they

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

Something for the OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you want to run and
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you pack
And learning just enough to your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the 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 but we tend to think it's right
So make all ends you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So no need 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 responsibility