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

I couldn't with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play motherfucker for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we
Hustlin' in the rain no pain 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' hoes like manure
let my nigga 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 as we could
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 motherfucker to
And couldn't nobody diss my
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 died last year and I can't let go
My cousin died last year and I can't let go

This out to all you so called G's
Pour out a liquor 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 that you on?

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

We had of bein' big time G's
in marked cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window, up some indo
Get to' for my niggaz in the pen, yo
son's gettin' big and strong
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, you come home
And the years sure fly with the
You do the time, and I'll handlin' yo' business

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

My cousin last 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 that over
Pour out a liquor

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 cousin died last year and I can't let go

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

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