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 that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 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 gonna do you grow up
And have to responsibility

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 as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it ain't no 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 bigger than you, so ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground wit on my hands
I didn't
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack little homies for they bread

Lil' boy
Playing in the ghetto
gonna do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the macadamia, gaming them for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning just enough to your sack right
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven young G's put serve down
In a jeep ride, east what they swerve now
Not thinking about really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 in the county wit nutting 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 to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
'Cause 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 ghetto
gonna do when you grow up
And have to responsibility