Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

Pour out a little liquor for your homies,
one here 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 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, shorties livin' naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, the coppers
on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits

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

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

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

goes out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real partners
Don't let the get like that y'all, huh
Pour out a liquor, pour out a little liquor
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, sometimes my eyes get blurry
'Cuz I'm losin' all my and I worry
I got my against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin' 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 of bein' big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' them
And now I roll up the window, blaze up some
Get to' for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your gettin' big and strong
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, til' you 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 back to back
dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a nigga ya
Pour out some

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

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

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

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

Oaktown 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 partnas in Marin, you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a liquor