Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy (remix)

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Snoop Doggy

Wake up, out my bed
I'm in a two man with my homie Lil' 1/2 Dead
Murder was the case they gave me
Dear God, I can you save me?
I'm only eighteen, so I'm a young
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
run cause brothers is droppin' quicker
Ugn, too late, damn, goes another nigga
Bouncin' off the walls, throwin' them
that rep as a young hog
It ain't nothin' like the life
You be strapped with your shank
Cause ain't no fist
So I I gots to handle mine
Since I did the crime, I gots to do my

We run game in the
We gets high in the
We shot in the ghetto
You might get in the ghetto
Lil' Boy

Dr.

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

Snoop Doggy

for the real O.G.'s to get with
Some facts made our
Now you but I'm played
Like every day, really doe
You me, I'm the smooth macadamian
for my homie
No need in be uncalm, if you pack
And learnin' just enough to keep your sack
Late nights, I wonder what they get in
Early mornin' on the corners, what they hittin'
Seven young G's put serve down
In a G ride, where they swerve now
Not about what's really goin' on
Got on, stepped on, now they gone
I spent years in the county
With nothin' but convicts me
But now I'm at the Pound
And we expose ways for the to survive
Some think it's but we tend to think it's right
So all them ends you can make
Cause when you're broke, you break, it out
So ain't no for your mama to trip
Cause you's a hustlin' ass youngsta, clockin' your

Lil' Boy

That's the of a G, I guess
The ghetto. x3

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That's the life of a G, I
The ghetto. x3

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