Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

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

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

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