Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She don't why
But all she
is that her child
is a gangsta now
you see...

1:]
He was a good kid all elementary
A's and B's and had no
But he saw all the G's as he home
he couldn't read all the words on the though
So letters crossed out with X's
He but knew not to ask those questions
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She managed to buy him some shoes on
She didn't know, she bought the wrong
And they in the closet all summer
though the kid wasn't affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what they
Now he's in School, same individual
But is where things seem to get a bit difficult
is the life of a young Mexican
First done take me to the second one

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2:]
6th grade, why so homework
Got a pot pie sitting in the stove
Momma ain't back from her job yet
So he it cause that's all he got left
Then he with his little puppy Cinnamon
His dog was a victim of a hit n run
There's a knock on his door it's his
Your mom's He pulls out a chrome toy
you get that from? The kid asked
We into a house we got a bunch of shit stashed
It was the first time he ever held a gun
To get one of these you steal one
We too young they let us buy a gat
Now if they shoot at us we can fire
Who is they and why would they at me?
Cause you from the hood fool, is family

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3:]
A year passes now the Dickies sag
In his pocket got a knife and a bag
And the homeboy showed him his first gun
Got killed last week in a
Putting work in 45
Lucky shot hit, popped a virgin
Closed casket as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed into a hoes
So he'll be remembered often while
His little gettin' hit doggy style
It ain't stoppin' now while his moms' on the
On her knees "Please Lord not my child
I want to watch him
He can his Pac up loud
He can sleep with his on the couch"
And the kid is listening to her words
All he can think is bloody, bloody murders

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