Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

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

I'mma 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty seven new
The penitantary's the only place I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss is my kids
I'm just sippin' I handle shit on my own
I got a
for every inch 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 me at the age of three
Now every Side crack-head pagin' me

Mutha fuck you nigga stop n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in these 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