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 case that 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
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the street
You be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist
So I I gots to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

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

for the real O.G.'s to get with
Some facts made our
Now you but I'm played
Like every day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder they get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, they hittin' for?
Seven G's put they serve down
In a G ride, where they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four in the county
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's right
So make all them 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' 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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