Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

I was on beans and rice
and if you shot up my crib I be surprised
Mama used to trip I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home my head had lice
I'm the kid lost my sanity
I'm the kid had the toys with no batteries
Mama sat me down for some serious
On how to the rats out the cereal box

I'mma smoke I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty seven new
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 sippin' I handle shit on my own
I got a
for every fuckin' inch of my
It's in my blood to be a and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my truck
A G left me at the age of three
Now South Side crack-head pagin' me

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