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 kid all through 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 though
So many crossed out with X's
He but knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She managed to buy him some on sale
She didn't know, she bought the color
And they stayed in the closet all
though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they
Now he's in School, same individual
But this is where things to get a bit difficult
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 sitting in the burnt
Momma ain't back from her job yet
So he it cause that's all he got left
Then he plays with his little puppy
His dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his it's his homeboy
Your mom's He pulls out a chrome toy
Where'd you get from? 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 you gotta steal one
We too young 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 now the kids Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a bag
And the homeboy showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a
work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky shot hit, popped a virgin
casket touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed into a asses
So still be remembered often while
His little bitch hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now his moms' on the ground
On her yelling "Please Lord not my child
I want to him smile
He can his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his on the couch"
And while the kid is to her words
All he can about is bloody, bloody murders

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