Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

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

I started kickin' dust 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 nigga a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' and makin' profits

I couldn't fuck with the life, I was a fool
I'll play that for a tool man
Tonight'll be the that's what we figurin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we
Playin' them hoes like
First let my fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
(Ha ha)

It's two niggaz comin' up out the
Livin' just as good as we could
But a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my busted
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 year and I still let go
My cousin died last year and I can't let go
My cousin died year and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I can't let go

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

Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on blunts and on
Reminisce my niggaz, that's dead 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
with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, be days like this"
Don't think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had of bein' big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, them keys
And now I roll up the window, up some indo
Get to' down for my in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and
And I'd 'em like one of my own, til' you come home
And the years sure fly the quickness
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 back to back
Throwin' dogs on suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a picture
And let ya know how much a miss ya
Pour out liquor

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

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

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

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

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