Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She know why
But all she
is that her 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 walked
he couldn't all the words on the walls though
So many letters crossed out 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 the wrong color
And they stayed in the closet all
Even the kid wasn't affiliated
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
is the life of a young 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
still ain't back from her job yet
So he eats it cause all he got left
Then he plays with his little Cinnamon
His dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his it's his homeboy
Your mom's gone? He pulls out a toy
you get that from? The kid asked
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 gotta one
We too they won't let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can back
Who is they and why would they at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, is family

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3:]
A passes 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 in a burban
work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky hit, popped like a virgin
Closed touched as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed a hoes asses
So he'll still be often while
His little bitch gettin' hit style
It ain't stoppin' now his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my
I to watch him smile
He can his Pac up loud
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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