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 good kid all through
A's and B's and had no
But he saw all the G's as he walked
he read all the words on the walls though
So many letters crossed out 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 the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all
Even though the kid wasn't
He what 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 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 stove
Momma still back from her job yet
So he it cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little Cinnamon
His dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a on his door it's his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a toy
you get that from? The kid asked
We into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever a real gun
To get one of these you gotta one
We too young they let us buy a gat
Now if shoot at us we can fire back
Who is they and why would they at me?
Cause you from the fool, this is family

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3:]
A year now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that him his first gun
Got killed last week in a
Putting in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he strolled it
Got his name tattooed into a asses
So he'll still be remembered often
His bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please not my child
I to watch him smile
He can his Pac up loud
He can sleep 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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