Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

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Snoop doggy

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

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

Dr.

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

Snoop dogg:

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

Lil' boy

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