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 young kickin' dust and rough
You watch you mouth 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 naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
on the block, slangin' rocks and makin' profits

I fuck with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play motherfucker for a tool man
be the night that's what we figurin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes like
First let my nigga fuck and 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 bitch can't be
Hoes snitched to the police, now my nigga's
The cops on my nigga in jail
to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a liquor

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

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

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

We had plans of bein' big G's
in marked cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window, up some indo
Get to' down for my in the pen, yo
Your gettin' 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 keep 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
dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya how much a nigga miss ya
out some 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
out some liquor, nigga
It ain't like that, tip that shit
Pour out a little

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

This for my Madman, Dagz, Hood, Silk, yeah
A little liquor for my y'all
We in this piece, yeah
Pour out a liquor, Young Queen, yeah
This one 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 motherfuckin' partners
(Pour out a liquor)
And all my real partnas in Marin, fuck you ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a liquor