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 good kid all through
A's and B's and had no
But he saw all the G's as he home
he couldn't read all the on the walls though
So many crossed out with X's
He wondered but knew not to ask questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She managed to buy him some on sale
She didn't know, she the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all
Even the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what hated
Now he's in Middle School, individual
But this is where things to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a young
First verse done take me to the one

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2:]
6th grade, why so much
Got a pot pie sitting in the burnt
Momma still back from her job yet
So he eats it cause that's all he got
Then he plays with his little Cinnamon
His last dog was a of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door his homeboy
Your mom's He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a gun
To get one of these you steal one
We too young they let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fire
Who is they and why they blast at me?
you from the hood fool, this is family

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

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