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 with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin' stuck
But that's the of G, I guess
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' 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 high in the ghetto
We gets in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
Ghetto Boy

Dr.

Now I'm the dub, sittin' on swoll
Twenty-seven old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet my mind on the money
I be makin' soon as I touch them streets
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to thump, but now they blast,
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm they call a loced ass O.G.
The little homies from the hood with
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't know he had a
sittin' behind his back
I his pockets 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 for they grip

Snoop Doggy

Somethin' for the O.G.'s to get with
Some made 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 your sack tight
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin'
Seven young G's put they serve
In a G ride, where they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent years in the county
With nothin' but convicts me
But now I'm at the Pound
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think wrong but we tend to think it's 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, clockin' your

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 of a G, I guess
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