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

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my with my mind on the money
That I be makin' as I touch them streets
done changed on this side
Remember they to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang to me
now I'm what they call a loced ass O.G.
The homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' behind his
I his pockets and then 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 used to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what?)
For to jack the little homies for they grip

Snoop Doggy

for the real O.G.'s to get with
Some facts made our
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' just enough to keep your tight
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a G ride, Eastside's where swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I four years in the county
With but convicts around me
But now I'm back at the
And we ways for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all them you can make
when you're broke, you break, check it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, your grip

Lil' Boy

That's the life of a G, I
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