Luyện nghe bài hát Poema (Poem)

When I da business of a criminal
I started to realize my life was nothing but
I wanted to myself with my dad's gun
but then i started to think to myself, "Do I really a Fuck?"
"Is live living?, Ive been having nothing but bad luck"
All time, it's been nothing but suffering
Niggaz 'bout they suffered, nigga, you havent lived like me
I've been in da streets, but nigga, i aint weed,
but yall shouldnt waste education, take a book and read,
You cant feel i felt all my life
my cousins died you think i got to say goodbye
It was too late, their already in hell
with the they did, you know 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 coming in red
and i can barely breath cause im sad my brothers dead
they live like my raza but people us
we come from Mexico, who should 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 them but our respect,
the homeless hobo is getting more while we're like pests,
if they try to jump me like they did to that boy,
mayn these niggaz will get chopped puro soy,
they'll be like, "Nigga, where is boy Luis?"
Bitch!, Its El Rey Rios, you who it is.