Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

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

I started young kickin' dust and livin'
You watch you mouth my mama, you couldn't cuss, man
I had a down ass though 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, shorties livin' naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' and makin' profits

I fuck with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play that for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night what we figurin'
Hustlin' in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we
Playin' them like manure
let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
(Ha ha)

It's two niggaz up out the hood
Livin' life just as as we could
But a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes to the police, now my nigga's busted
The cops whoopin' on my in jail
Tryin' to get a to tell
And nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, out a little liquor

My cousin died last and I still can't let go
My cousin died last year and I can't let go
My cousin died last 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
out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin' partners
Don't let the drink get that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a liquor
that you drinkin' on?

Drinkin' on gin, smokin' on and it's on
Reminisce about my niggaz, that's dead and
And now they buried, my eyes still get blurry
'Cuz I'm losin' all my and I worry
I got my against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, there'll be days this"
Don't wanna 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' for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's big and strong
And I'd 'em like one of my own, til' you come home
And the years sure fly with the
You do the time, and keep handlin' yo' business

That's the way it's to be
Homie, if it was me, you'd do the for me
Homie, I can remember back to back
Throwin' dogs on them runnin' up on this young hog
I hope my words can paint a perfect
And let ya know how much a miss ya
Pour out some

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

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

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

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

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