Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

I was raised on and rice
and if you shot up my crib I be surprised
Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the
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 with no batteries
Mama sat me down for some serious
On how to keep the rats out the box

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck broke nigga
I seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the
The only thing I'mma is my beautiful kids
I'm sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a
for every fuckin' of my home
It's in my 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 crack-head pagin' me

Mutha you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' bitch
You can't I'm too deep in these streets 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' now? You must wanna die too
all it is one bullet to kill me and you