Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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doggy dogg:

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie lil' 1/2
Murder was the case they gave me
god, I wonder can you save me?
I'm eighteen, so I'm a young buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But that's the life of g, I
way deep, shanked two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin'
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It ain't like the street life
You better be with your shank
ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
I did the crime, I gots to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets high in the
We gets in the ghetto
You get stuck in the ghetto
Lil' boy

Dr.

Now I'm holdin' the dub, sittin' on
years old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet my mind on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch them
Things changed on this side
Remember they used to thump, but now blast, right?
But it ain't no to me
now I'm what they call a loced ass o.g.
The little from the hood with grip
Are the I get with cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm bigger you, so whatcha wanna do?
know he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I heard six
I fell to the with blood on my hands
I didn't
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess what I get (for what? )
For tryin' to jack the little homies for grip

Snoop doggy

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get
facts made our made
Now you runnin' but I'm
Like single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the macadamian
Gamin'em for my
No in be uncalm, if you pack right
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, what they for?
Seven young g's put serve down
In a g ride, eastside's where swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got crept on, on, now they gone
I spent years in the county
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's wrong but we tend to think right
So make all them you can make
Cause you're broke, you break, check it out
So no need for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, your grip

Lil' boy

the life of a g, I guess
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