Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man wit my homie Lil 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case that they me
God, I wonder can you save me
I'm only 18, so I'm a young
It's a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting
But the life of a G, I guess
Ese's way deep, shanked two in they
Bests run 'cause brothers is dropping
Ugh, too late, damn, down goes nigga
Bouncing off the walls, throwing dogs
Getting a rep as a hog
It ain't nothing the street life
be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fist fight
So I guess I gots to handle
I did the crime, I gots ta do my time

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

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

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

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

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