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
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm 18, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm stuck
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, shanked two in chest
Bests run 'cause brothers is quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist
So I guess I gots to handle
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
I'm making as soon as I touch the street
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to thump but now blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm what they call a O.G.
The little homies from the hood wit
Are the ones I get with cause I'm to set-trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so what ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his pockets and then I six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so young could a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack little homies for they bread

ghetto boy
Playing in the ghetto
What'cha gonna do when you 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 single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth macadamia, gaming for my homie
No need to be uncalm if you right
And learning just enough to your sack right
Late nights, I wonder they getting fo'
Early morning on the corners, what hitting fo'
Seven G's put they serve down
In a ride, east side what they swerve now
Not about what's really going on
Got crept on, stepped on, now gone
I spent 4 in the county wit nutting but convicts around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's but we tend to think it's right
So make all them ends you can
'Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So no need for your mama to trip
you's a hustling ass youngsta, clocking your grip

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