Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

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

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

Mutha fuck you nigga stop n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my
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 I'll put 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 takes is one bullet to me and you