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 they me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, two in they chest
run 'cause 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 like 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 when you up
And to face responsibility

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
done changed on this side
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a O.G.
The little homies from the 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
know we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
I fell to the ground wit blood on my
I understand
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the same way
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to them little homies for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, our made, now you want to run and play
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just enough to keep sack right
Late nights, I wonder what getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what they fo'
young G's put they serve down
In a jeep ride, east what they swerve now
Not thinking about what's really on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent 4 years in the county wit 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 them you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So no need for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, your grip

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