Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

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

I young kickin' dust and livin' rough
You you mouth 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 a nine and my nigga 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, rocks and makin' profits

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

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

My cousin died last year and I still let go
My cousin last year 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 out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little for your real motherfuckin' partners
Don't let the drink get like y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little
What's that you on?

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

We had plans of bein' big G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' them
And now I roll up the window, up some indo
Get to' for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's big and strong
And I'd love 'em one of my own, til' you come home
And the years fly with 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 scrapin' to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckers up on this young hog
I hope my can paint a perfect picture
And let ya how much a nigga miss ya
out some liquor

My cousin died last year and I still let go

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

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

still in the motherfuckin' 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 partnas in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little