Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I scrap, I'm getting stuck
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't nothing like the life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, ain't no fist fight
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots ta do my

ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha gonna do when you up
And have to responsibility

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 years old, up for parole,
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things done changed on this
Remember they used to but now they blast, right
But it ain't no to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so what ya to do
Didn't we had a 22
Straight behind his back
I'm grab his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young bust a cap
I use to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little for they bread

Lil' boy
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha do when you grow up
And to face responsibility

for the real OG's to get wit
Some facts, made our made, now you want to run and
Like every single day, doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, them for my homie
No to be uncalm if you pack right
And learning enough to keep your sack right
Late nights, I wonder what getting fo'
morning on the corners, what they hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a ride, east side what they swerve now
Not thinking what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent 4 years in the county wit nutting but around me
But now I'm back at the
And we expose ways for the youth to
Some think it's but we tend to think it's right
So make all ends you can make
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
'Cause you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking grip

Lil' boy
in the ghetto streets
What'cha gonna do when you up
And have to responsibility