Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Snoop Dogg:

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

We run game in the
We high in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
You might get in the ghetto
Ghetto Boy

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
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 them streets
done changed on this side
Remember used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm what they call a 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?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young could a cap
I used to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for grip

Snoop Dogg:

Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get
Some made our made
Now you but I'm played
Like every single day, 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 your tight
nights, I wonder what they get in for?
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 thinkin' what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
Cause a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' Boy

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

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

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