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
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save 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 life of a G, I
way deep, shanked two in they chest
Bests run brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes 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, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I 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 a dove, sitting on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm up on my feet wit my mind on the money
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on this
Remember used to thump but now they 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 I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what ya to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
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 what I get (for what)
For to jack them little homies for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming them for my
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what they fo'
Early on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put serve down
In a jeep ride, east side they swerve now
Not thinking about what's going on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent 4 in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
'Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
'Cause you's a ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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