Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

I was raised on beans and
and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be
Mama used to trip I fed the mice
I'm the one sent home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that lost my
I'm the kid had the toys with no batteries
Mama sat me down for some serious
On how to keep the rats out the box

I'mma smoke 'till I croak fuck bein' broke nigga
I need bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the
The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful
I'm just pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a
for every fuckin' of my home
It's in my to be a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a in my grandmas truck
A G daddy left me at the age of
Now South Side crack-head pagin' me

Mutha fuck you nigga stop n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' and start squeezin' my shit
No for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too in these streets bitch
Don't piss me off put this gat to yo' head
you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft now? You wanna die too
all it takes is one bullet to me and you