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 'cause I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home 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 serious talks
On how to keep the out the cereal box

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

Mutha you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I my mutha fuckin' 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 put this 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 is one bullet to kill me and you