Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Doggy Dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man cell my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
God, I wonder can you save me?
I'm eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of G, I
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' the street life
You better be with your shank
Cause ain't no fist
So I I gots to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

We run game in the
We gets in the ghetto
We shot in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' Boy

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch them
Things done changed on side
Remember they used to thump, but now blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
Cause now I'm what call a loced ass O.G.
The little homies from the hood with
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I to the ground with blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I to be the same way back
I guess what I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little for they grip

Snoop Doggy

Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get
Some facts made our
Now you but I'm played
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a G ride, Eastside's they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent four in the county
With but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to it's 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 hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' Boy

That's the life of a G, I
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