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 read all the words on the walls
So many letters out with X's
He wondered but knew not to ask those
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 in the closet all summer
Even though the kid wasn't
He knew what they loved, and knew what hated
Now he's in Middle School, individual
But this is things seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a 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
still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it cause 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 it's his
Your mom's gone? He out a chrome toy
you get that from? The kid asked
We broke into a we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he held a real gun
To get one of you gotta steal one
We too they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they at us we can fire back
Who is they and why would blast at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, this is

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3:]
A year passes now the Dickies sag
In his got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a
Putting in 45 jerkin'
shot hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket as he strolled past it
Got his name into a hoes asses
So still be remembered often while
His little gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my
I want to him smile
He can his Pac up loud
He can sleep his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is to her words
All he can about is bloody, bloody murders

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