Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Doggy Dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me?
I'm eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But the life of G, I guess
Ese's way deep, 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 street
You better be strapped with your
Cause no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

We run in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
We gets shot in the
You get stuck in the ghetto
Ghetto Boy

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, on swoll
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the
That I be soon as I touch them streets
Things changed on this side
they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm they call a loced 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 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 understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little for they grip

Snoop Doggy

Somethin' for the O.G.'s to get with
Some facts our made
Now you but I'm played
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they for?
Seven young G's put they down
In a G ride, Eastside's where they now
Not thinkin' what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent years in the county
nothin' but convicts around me
But now I'm at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think it's
So make all them ends you can
Cause when broke, you break, check it out
So no need for your mama to trip
you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' Boy

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

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

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