Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

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

smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats eighty seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place when I can
I want some hoes in they heads pushin' me to the edge
The only thing miss is my beautiful kids
I'm sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a
for every fuckin' of my home
in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my truck
A G daddy me at the age of three
Now every South crack-head pagin' me

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