Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

I was on beans and rice
and if you shot up my I wouldn't be surprised
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 that had the toys with no
sat me down for some serious talks
On how to the rats out the cereal box

smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my nigga
Watchin' rats eighty seven new gats
The the only place when I can relax
I want hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only I'mma miss is my beautiful kids
I'm just sippin' pedron I shit on my own
I got a
for every inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a
I do a drive-by in my grandmas
A G left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head me

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