Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

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

I started young kickin' dust and livin'
You you mouth around my mama, you couldn't cuss, man
I had a down ass homie though we ran the
And on the at the age of fourteen, huh
I packed a nine and my nigga a forty-five
We forties, lil' shorties livin' naughty lives
You couldn't us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and profits

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

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

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

This out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin'
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 about my niggaz, that's and gone
And now they buried, sometimes my eyes still get
I'm losin' all my homies and I worry
I got my back a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin' with them suckers my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, there'll be days this"
Don't wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay

We had plans of bein' big G's
Rolling in marked cars, them keys
And now I roll up the window, blaze up indo
Get to' for my niggaz in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, til' you come
And the years fly with the quickness
You do the time, and I'll keep 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
dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this young hog
I my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how a nigga miss ya
Pour out some

My cousin died last year and I still let go

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

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

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

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