Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She know why
But all she
is that her 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 home
he couldn't all the words on the walls though
So many crossed out with X's
He but knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom to the nail
She managed to buy him some shoes on
She didn't know, she bought the wrong
And they stayed in the all summer
Even though the kid wasn't
He knew what loved, and knew what they hated
Now in Middle School, same individual
But this is where things seem to get a bit
is the life of a young Mexican
First verse done take me to the one

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2:]
6th grade, why so homework
Got a pot pie in the stove burnt
Momma still ain't from her job yet
So he eats it cause that's all he got
he plays with his little puppy Cinnamon
His dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door it's his
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a toy
Where'd you get from? The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a bunch of shit
It was the time he ever held a real gun
To get one of you gotta 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 blast at me?
you from the hood fool, this is family

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3:]
A year passes now the Dickies sag
In his pocket got a and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that him his first gun
Got last week in a burban
work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, like a virgin
Closed casket touched as he strolled it
Got his name tattooed into a hoes
So he'll still be often while
His little bitch hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now his moms' on the ground
On her knees "Please Lord 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 think about is bloody, bloody

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