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 homie Lil' 1/2
Murder was the case that gave 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 life of G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run cause brothers is quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' the street life
You better be strapped your shank
Cause no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' Boy

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my with my mind on the money
That I be soon as I touch them streets
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now blast, right?
But it ain't no 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 with cause I'm down to set
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with blood on my
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the homies for they grip

Snoop Doggy

Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get
facts made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every single day, 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 sack
Late nights, I what they get in for?
Early on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young G's put serve down
In a G ride, Eastside's where swerve now
Not thinkin' about really goin' on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent years in the county
With but convicts around me
But now I'm at the Pound
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think 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
you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' Boy

That's the life of a G, I
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
That's the of a G, I guess
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