Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (Remix)

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

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

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

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

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

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