Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She don't why
But all she
is her youngest child
is a gangsta 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 read all the words on the walls
So many letters out with X's
He wondered but not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She managed to buy him shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the color
And they stayed in the all summer
Even though the kid affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they
Now he's in Middle School, individual
But is where things seem to get a bit difficult
is the life of a young Mexican
First verse done 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 that's all he got left
he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a 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 that The kid asked
We into 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 they let us buy a gat
Now if they at us we can fire back
Who is they and why would they at me?
you from the hood fool, this is family

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3:]
A year passes now the Dickies sag
In his got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that showed him his gun
Got last week in a burban
work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he past it
Got his name into a hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered often
His little bitch gettin' hit doggy
It ain't stoppin' now while his on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please not my child
I want to him smile
He can turn his Pac up
He can with his pitbull on the couch"
And the kid is listening to her words
All he can about is bloody, bloody murders

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