Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She don't why
But all she
is her youngest child
is a real now
you see...

1:]
He was a kid all through elementary
A's and B's and had no
But he saw all the G's as he home
he couldn't all the words on the walls though
So many letters crossed out X's
He wondered but knew not to ask those
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She managed to buy him shoes on sale
She know, she bought the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all
though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same
But this is where seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young
First verse take me to the second one

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2:]
6th grade, why so homework
Got a pot pie sitting in the burnt
Momma still ain't back her job yet
So he eats it cause that's all he got
Then he plays his little puppy Cinnamon
His dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his it's his homeboy
Your mom's He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get from? The kid asked
We broke a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta one
We too young won't let us buy a gat
Now if they at us we can fire back
Who is and why would they blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is

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3:]
A year now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a bag
And the homeboy that showed him his gun
Got killed week in a burban
work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped like a
Closed casket as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed a hoes asses
So he'll still be often while
His bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the
On her yelling "Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him
He can his Pac up loud
He can sleep his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is to her words
All he can think is bloody, bloody murders

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