Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case they gave me
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, 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 changed on this side
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 homies from the wit grip
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want 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 on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I that's what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little for they bread

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

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you to run and play
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just enough to keep your sack
nights, I wonder what they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, they hitting fo'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a jeep ride, east side they swerve now
Not thinking about what's going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now 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 it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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