Luyện nghe bài hát Poema (Poem)

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