Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Snoop Doggy

up, jumped 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
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the life of G, I
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped your shank
ain't no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, 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 side
Remember they used to thump, but now blast, right?
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm what they call a ass O.G.
The little from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so whatcha do?
Didn't he had a twenty-two
Straight sittin' his back
I grabbed his and then I heard six caps
I to the ground with blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I to be the same way back
I that's what I get (for what?)
For to jack the little homies for they grip

Snoop Doggy

Somethin' for the real O.G.'s to get
Some facts made our
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like every single day, doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' enough to keep your sack tight
Late nights, I what they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, they hittin' for?
Seven young G's put they serve
In a G ride, Eastside's where they now
Not thinkin' about really goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
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 ends you can
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 of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3

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