Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Snoop Dogg:

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie Lil' 1/2
was the case that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But the life of G, I guess
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You better be strapped with your
Cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
We gets shot in the
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 back up on my feet my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch them
Things done changed on 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 with
Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to set
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
sittin' behind his back
I grabbed his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the ground with on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what?)
For tryin' to jack the little homies for they

Snoop Dogg:

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

Lil' Boy

That's the of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3

That's the of a G
the life 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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