Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Snoop Doggy

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

We run in the ghetto
We gets high in the
We gets shot in the
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 with my mind on the
I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast,
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 with I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground with blood on my
I didn't
How a so young could bust a cap
I used to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what?)
For tryin' to the little homies for they grip

Snoop Doggy

Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get
Some facts made our
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And just enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they for?
Seven young G's put they serve
In a G ride, Eastside's they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I four years in the county
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' Boy

the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the of a G
That's the life of a G, I
The ghetto. x3

That's the of a G. The ghetto
the life of a G, I guess
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