Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She don't why
But all she
is that her youngest
is a gangsta 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 couldn't all the words on the walls though
So many letters out with X's
He wondered but knew not to ask questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She managed to buy him shoes on sale
She didn't know, she bought the color
And they stayed in the closet all
Even though the kid wasn't
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
verse done take me to the second one

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2:]
6th grade, why so much
Got a pot pie in the stove burnt
Momma ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it that's all he got left
Then he with his little puppy Cinnamon
His last dog was a of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door his homeboy
Your 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 time he ever held 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 blast at me?
Cause you 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 that showed him his first gun
Got last week in a burban
Putting in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped like a
Closed casket touched as he strolled it
Got his name tattooed into a asses
So still be remembered often while
His little bitch gettin' hit style
It ain't now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees "Please Lord not my child
I want to him smile
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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