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 with my Lil' 1/2 Dead
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me?
I'm eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the life of G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in the
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, goes another nigga
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You better be with your shank
Cause no fist fight
So I guess I to handle mine
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

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

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, on swoll
years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm up on my feet with my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I them 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 what they a loced ass O.G.
The little homies the hood with grip
Are the ones I get with I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
Straight sittin' behind his
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the ground blood on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I used to be the way back
I guess what I get (for what?)
For to jack the little homies for they grip

Snoop Dogg:

for the real O.G.'s to get with
Some made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like single day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you 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 young G's put they down
In a G ride, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent four years in the
With nothin' but convicts me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, your grip

Ghetto Boy

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