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 cell my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
God, I wonder can you save 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 brothers is droppin'
Ugn, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You be strapped with your shank
ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my with my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch streets
Things done on this side
Remember they to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
Cause now I'm they call a loced ass O.G.
The homies from the hood with grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
Straight sittin' his back
I grabbed his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so could 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 they

Snoop Dogg:

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

Lil' Boy

That's the life of a G, I
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That's the of a G, I guess
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