Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

Pour out a little liquor for your homies,
This one here go out to my nigga Mike
(Light up a fat one for one)
How you come up,

I started young dust and livin' rough
You watch you mouth my mama, you couldn't cuss, man
I had a down ass though we ran the streets
And on the at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga packed a
We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' lives
You couldn't us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits

I fuck with the school life, I was a fool
play that motherfucker for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night what we figurin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them like manure
First let my fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
(Ha ha)

It's two comin' up out the hood
Livin' life just as good as we
But a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's
The cops whoopin' on my nigga in
Tryin' to get a to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a liquor

My cousin died last and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still let go
My cousin died year and I still can't let go
My died last year and I still can't let go

goes out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin'
Don't let the get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little
that you drinkin' on?

Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and on
Reminisce my niggaz, that's dead and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my still get blurry
I'm losin' all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a wall, trapped in a circle
with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, there'll be days this"
Don't think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of big time G's
Rolling in cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some
Get to' down for my in the pen, yo
Your gettin' big and strong
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, til' you come
And the sure fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep yo' business

That's the way it's to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the for me
Homie, I can remember scrapin' back to
dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out some

My cousin died year and I still can't let go

at you
Drinkin' got you where you don't even give to your partners
Pour out some liquor,
It ain't like that, tip shit over
Pour out a little

My cousin died last and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I can't let go
My cousin died last year and I still let go
My cousin died year and I still can't let go

This for my nigga Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk,
A little for my homies y'all
We in this piece, yeah
out a little liquor, Young Queen, yeah
This one out to all my mack partners
Back in the Bay

Oaktown in the motherfuckin' house
(Pour out a liquor)
My Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I don't care, train, Hennessey)
All my real motherfuckin'
(Pour out a liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass
Yeah nigga, pour out a little