Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She don't why
But all she
is that her 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 walked
he couldn't all the words on the walls though
So letters crossed out with X's
He but knew 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 the wrong color
And they stayed in the all summer
though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew they loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit
This is the of a young Mexican
First verse done me to the second one

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2:]
6th grade, why so much
Got a pot pie in the stove burnt
still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it that's all he got left
Then he with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He out a chrome toy
Where'd you get that from? The kid
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit
It was the first time he ever held a gun
To get one of you gotta steal one
We too young they let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can back
Who is they and why would they at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is

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

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