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 had the toys with no batteries
sat me down for some serious talks
On how to keep the out the cereal box

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga bein' broke nigga
I seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats eighty seven new gats
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 is my beautiful kids
I'm just pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a
for fuckin' inch 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 Side crack-head pagin' me

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