Luyện nghe bài hát Real Gangsta

She don't why
But all she
is that her youngest
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 read all the words on the walls though
So many letters out with X's
He wondered but knew not to ask those
No pops, and his mom worked to the
She managed to buy him some on sale
She know, she bought the wrong color
And they in the closet all summer
Even though the kid affiliated
He knew what they loved, and knew what hated
Now he's in Middle School, same
But this is where seem to get a bit difficult
This is the life of a Mexican
verse done take me to the second one

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

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3:]
A year passes now the kids sag
In his got a knife and a nickel bag
And the homeboy showed him his first gun
Got last week in a burban
work in 45 jerkin'
Lucky hit, popped like a virgin
Closed casket as he strolled past it
Got his name tattooed into a asses
So he'll still be remembered while
His little bitch gettin' hit style
It ain't stoppin' now his moms' on the ground
On her knees yelling "Please Lord not my
I to watch him smile
He can turn his Pac up
He can with his pitbull on the couch"
And while the kid is listening to her
All he can think about is bloody, bloody

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