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

We run game in the
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
That I be makin' soon as I touch streets
Things done changed on side
they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
Cause now I'm what they a loced ass O.G.
The little from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so whatcha wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' his back
I grabbed his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my
I didn't
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 the little homies for they grip

Snoop Doggy

for the real O.G.'s to get with
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 right
And learnin' enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in
Early mornin' on the corners, what they for?
Seven young G's put they down
In a G ride, where they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent years in the county
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
think it's wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' Boy

That's the of a G, I guess
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