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 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 crossed out X's
He wondered but knew not to ask questions
No pops, and his mom to the nail
She managed to buy him some on sale
She didn't know, she bought the color
And they in the closet all summer
Even though the kid affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they
Now in Middle School, same individual
But is where things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a Mexican
First verse done me to the second one

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2:]
6th grade, why so much
Got a pot pie in the stove burnt
Momma still ain't back her job yet
So he eats it cause all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy
His last dog was a of a hit n run
a knock on his door it's his homeboy
Your gone? He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get that The kid asked
We broke into a house we got a of shit stashed
It was the first time he held a real gun
To get one of these you gotta one
We too young 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 fool, this is family

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3:]
A year passes now the kids sag
In his pocket got a knife and a bag
And the homeboy that showed him his gun
Got killed last in a burban
Putting in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, like a virgin
Closed touched as he strolled past it
Got his name into a hoes asses
So he'll be remembered often while
His little gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't now while his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my
I to watch him smile
He can turn his Pac up
He can sleep 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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