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
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 don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But the life of G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' the street life
You better be strapped your shank
Cause ain't no fist
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run game in the
We high in the ghetto
We shot in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
Ghetto Boy

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
Twenty-seven years old, up for parole,
I'm up on my feet with my mind on the money
I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
Things done on this side
they 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 with cause I'm down to set
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so wanna do?
Didn't he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and 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 to be the same way back
I guess what I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for grip

Snoop Dogg:

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

Lil' Boy

That's the life of a G, I
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