Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Snoop Dogg:

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my 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 gettin'
But that's the life of G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run cause brothers is quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' rep as a young hog
It ain't like the street life
You be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch them
Things done on this side
Remember used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang 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?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I to be the same way back
I guess that's 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 made our made
Now you but I'm played
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just enough to keep your tight
Late nights, I wonder they get in for?
mornin' on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young G's put they serve
In a G ride, Eastside's where swerve now
Not thinkin' about really goin' on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent four years in the
With but convicts around me
But now I'm at the Pound
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for your mama to
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' grip

Lil' Boy

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

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

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