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 kid all through elementary
A's and B's and had no
But he saw all the G's as he home
he couldn't read all the words on the walls
So many letters out with X's
He wondered but not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She to buy him some shoes on sale
She didn't know, she the wrong color
And stayed in the closet all summer
though the kid wasn't affiliated
He what they loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in School, same individual
But this is where things to get a bit difficult
is the life of a young Mexican
First verse done 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 ain't back her job yet
So he it cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his puppy Cinnamon
His dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a on his door it's his homeboy
mom's gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of stashed
It was the first time he held a real gun
To get one of these you steal one
We too they won't let us buy a gat
Now if shoot at us we can fire back
Who is they and why would they 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 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
casket touched as he strolled past it
Got his name into a hoes asses
So he'll still be remembered often
His bitch gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please not my child
I want to watch him
He can turn his Pac up
He can with his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her
All he can think about is bloody, murders

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