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 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 read all the words on the walls
So many crossed out with X's
He wondered but not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom to the nail
She managed to buy him shoes on sale
She didn't know, she the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all
Even the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what loved, and knew what they hated
Now he's in Middle School, same
But this is where things 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 homework
Got a pot pie in the stove burnt
Momma still back from 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 knock on his door it's his
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a toy
Where'd you get that from? The kid
We into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first he ever held a real gun
To get one of these you steal one
We too young won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fire
Who is and why would they blast at me?
Cause you the hood fool, this is family

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3:]
A passes now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a and a nickel bag
And the homeboy that him his first gun
Got killed week in a burban
Putting in 45 jerkin'
Lucky hit, popped like a virgin
Closed touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed into a asses
So he'll be remembered often while
His little bitch hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the
On her yelling "Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him
He can turn his Pac up
He can sleep his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is to her words
All he can think about is bloody, murders

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