Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

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

1:]
He was a good kid all elementary
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 knew not to ask those
No pops, and his mom to the nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on
She didn't know, she bought the color
And they stayed in the all summer
Even the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they
Now he's in School, same individual
But this is where seem to get a bit difficult
This is the of a young Mexican
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
still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it that's all he got left
Then he plays his little puppy 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
Where'd you get that from? The kid
We broke into a house we got a bunch of stashed
It was the time he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta one
We too they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fire
Who is they and why they blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, is family

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

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