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
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
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
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause 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 streets
What'cha gonna do you grow up
And have to responsibility

Now, I'm a dove, sitting on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
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
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so what ya want to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground wit on my hands
I understand
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 them little homies for bread

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

Something for the real to get wit
facts, made our made, now you want to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And just enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
Seven young G's put serve down
In a jeep ride, side what they swerve now
Not thinking about really going on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but convicts me
But now I'm at the pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all them you can make
'Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So no need for your mama to trip
'Cause a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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