Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She know why
But all she
is her youngest child
is a gangsta 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 couldn't all the words on the walls though
So letters crossed out with X's
He wondered but knew not to ask questions
No pops, and his mom to the nail
She to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the color
And stayed in the closet all summer
though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and what they hated
Now he's in School, same individual
But is where things seem to get a bit difficult
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 burnt
Momma still back from her job yet
So he eats it that's all he got left
Then he plays 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 He pulls out a chrome toy
you get that from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a of shit 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, this is

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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, popped like a
Closed casket as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed a hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered while
His little gettin' hit doggy style
It stoppin' now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please not my child
I want to him smile
He can his Pac up loud
He can sleep his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her
All he can think about is bloody, bloody

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