Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

Pour out a little liquor for homies, nigga
This one go out to my nigga Mike Coolie
(Light up a fat one for one)
How you up, man?

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

I couldn't fuck with the school life, I was a
I'll play motherfucker for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we
in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them like manure
let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
(Ha ha)

It's two niggaz comin' up out the
Livin' life as good as we could
But a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes to the police, now my nigga's busted
The whoopin' on my nigga in jail
to get a motherfucker to tell
And nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, out a little liquor

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

This goes out to all you so G's
Pour out a little for your real motherfuckin' partners
let the drink get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little
What's you drinkin' on?

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

We had plans of bein' big G's
in marked cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up indo
Get to' for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, til' you come
And the years fly with the quickness
You do the time, and keep handlin' 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' to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this hog
I hope my can paint a perfect picture
And let ya how much a nigga miss ya
Pour out liquor

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

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

My cousin died year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last and I still can't let go
My died last year and I still can't let go
My died last 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 motherfuckin' piece,
Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen,
one goes out to all my mack partners
Back in the Bay

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