Luyện nghe bài hát Lil' Ghetto Boy

Wake up, out my bed
Hung in a 2 man cell wit my homie Lil 1/2
Murder was the that they gave me
Dear God, I wonder can you me
I'm only 18, so I'm a buck
a ride, if I don't scrap, I'm getting stuck
But that's the life of a G, I
Ese's way deep, two in they chest
run 'cause brothers is dropping quicker
Ugh, too late, damn, down another nigga
Bouncing off the walls, them dogs
a rep as a young hog
It ain't like the street life
Betta be strapped wit yo shank, 'cause ain't no fight
So I guess I gots to mine
Since I did the crime, I ta do my time

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

Now, I'm holding a dove, on swoll
27 old, up for parole, stroll
I'm back up on my feet wit my mind on the
That I'm making as soon as I touch the
Things done changed on this
Remember they to thump but now they blast, right
But it no thing to me
'Cause now I'm they call a loced-assed O.G.
The homies from the hood wit grip
Are the ones I get with cause I'm down to
Nigga, I'm bigger than you, so ya want to do
know we had a 22
Straight sitting behind his
I'm grab his and then I heard six caps
I fell to the wit blood on my hands
I understand
How a so young could bust a cap
I use to be the way back
I guess that's I get (for what)
For trying to jack them little for they bread

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

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

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