Luyện nghe bài hát Little Ghetto Boys

Put them cracks you just started slangin' two months ago
Whattup with Larry Francisco tell him to let bitch go
Why you standin' there you like Donna Karan wear
save that, the same shit you had it last year

You be runnin' them outsiders
That shit is fucked up yo, we never turn to riders
Your Mac is big, got a grip, yo
You think that shit gon' what he did, what this nigga said

Remember when his got there, the whole shit was set up
Shut up, whole fam want the and the letter
It got back to me some niggaz in askin' me
You some niggaz in the gold E-Class splash to me

Yo that you had in Vegas
Yo, it coulda got us both sprayed up, they the Ac
Know this traitor, hair sa-laundry and Shorty Karan
Her fam major kingpins you won't dare front on

Octavia all the ice on, yo
She own a carwash now, her Keon doin' triple life
Marry a son who got baked, it been
For a half a cake, play the shank, bite her

Shit is fucked up when got us, yo
She fainted at her baby now watch the breakdown
Face
She fainted at her baby now yo watch the breakdown

Little boy, playin' in the ghetto street

Yo all of niggaz got the whole story wrong
Talk what you talk but twist the real
it comes down to this, not a licensed driver
Show y'all whose style is more liver

This is not a act this is more fact
Nuttin' but experience placed upon
With the sound, not lyin' out the crown
When we not workin' we be around

Yeah, see the light, right now we fight
You not a brother you just a fake type
That get on the mic then, your cliche
Half the East Coast soundin' just Rae

If you a Gambino, give to the flow
If you not a of this kid act like you know
the studio, Cappachino the great
Fly cherry head niggaz planes out of state

I ain't friends you, only my CD hit you
If you want some stop frontin' is the issue
It's my turn, live niggaz could
Two-face-ted rappers push shit last

off the edge, into the rubbish
Peep my new style fuck Cristal and
I drink Evian water my thoughts get published

What you do when you grow up
And have to face

ghetto boy, playin' in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do you grow up
What you do when you grow up
And have to face

Little boy, playin' in the ghetto streets
What you gonna do when you up
And have to face

One is
In fact it involves breath control
Out of all techniques, the most difficult
The body has a hundred and eight pressure points
Thirty-six of these can be fatal, the remainder,