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

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

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet with my mind on the
That I be makin' as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this
they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
Cause now I'm what 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 bigger than you, so wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground with blood on my
I understand
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

Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get
Some made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' just enough to your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what they get in
Early on the corners, what they hittin' for?
Seven young G's put they serve
In a G ride, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's really on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent years in the county
With nothin' but 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 it's
So make all them you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no need for mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' grip

Lil' Boy

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

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

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