Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop dogg:

up, jumped out my bed
I'm in a two man cell with my homie 1/2 dead
was the case that they gave me
Dear god, I wonder can you me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a buck
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm gettin'
But that's the life of g, I
Ese's way deep, two in the chest
Best run cause brothers is droppin'
Ugn, too late, damn, down goes another
off the walls, throwin' them dogs
Gettin' that rep as a hog
It nothin' like the street life
You better be strapped with shank
ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I to do my time

We run in the ghetto
We gets high in the
We gets in the ghetto
You might get 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 with my on the money
That I be makin' soon as I touch streets
Things done on this side
they used to thump, but now they blast, right?
But it no thang to me
Cause now I'm what they a loced ass o.g.
The little homies from the with grip
Are the ones I get cause I'm down to set trip
Nigga, I'm than you, so whatcha wanna do?
Didn't he had a twenty-two
Straight behind his back
I grabbed his pockets and then I six caps
I fell to the ground with on my hands
I understand
How a nigga so could bust a cap
I used to be the same way
I guess that's I get (for what? )
For tryin' to jack the little homies for grip

Snoop dogg:

Somethin' for the real o.g.'s to get
Some facts our made
Now you but I'm played
every single day, really doe
You know me, I'm the smooth
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you right
And learnin' just enough to keep your tight
Late nights, I wonder what get in for?
Early mornin' on the corners, they hittin' for?
Seven young g's put they serve
In a g ride, where they swerve now
Not thinkin' about what's goin' on
Got crept on, stepped on, now they
I spent four in the county
With nothin' but around me
But now I'm at the pound
And we expose for the youth to survive
Some think it's but we tend to think it's right
So make all them you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So no need for your mama to trip
you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your grip

Lil' boy

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