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 with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But the life of G, I guess
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run cause is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' like the street
You better be strapped with your
Cause ain't no fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch streets
Things changed on this side
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 grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so wanna do?
Didn't he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground with on my hands
I didn't
How a so young could bust a cap
I used to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what?)
For tryin' to the little homies for they grip

Snoop Dogg:

Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get
Some facts our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just enough to keep sack tight
Late nights, I wonder they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they for?
Seven young G's put they down
In a G ride, Eastside's where swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent years in the county
nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your to trip
Cause 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
the life of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3

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