Luyện nghe bài hát Poema (Poem)

When I da business of a criminal
I started to my life was nothing but pitiful
I wanted to kill myself with my gun
but then i started to think to myself, "Do I really a Fuck?"
"Is live worth living?, Ive having nothing but bad luck"
All this time, it's nothing but suffering
Niggaz talking 'bout they suffered, nigga, you havent lived me
I've been in da streets, but nigga, i smoking weed,
but yall shouldnt waste education, take a book and read,
You feel what i felt all my life
my cousins died you think i got to say goodbye
It was too late, already down in hell
with the stuff they did, you they made it down there
with the devil but im not gonna end them
cause I'ma my people while my back is fully wet
we all feel pain as our blood is down in red
and i can barely breath cause im sad that my brothers
they live like my raza but hatting us
cause we come from Mexico, who we trust,
should we Houston, let's give it a chance,
but this country only us to win the war and pick up cans,
they use us to support but where's our respect,
the homeless hobo is getting more while we're treated pests,
if they try to jump me like they did to that boy,
mayn these niggaz will get chopped puro soy,
be like, "Nigga, where is that boy Luis?"
Bitch!, Its El Rey Rios, you who it is.