Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

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

I started young kickin' dust and rough
You watch you mouth around my mama, you 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 packed a
We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties livin' lives
You couldn't stop us, as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and profits

I fuck with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play that for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we
Hustlin' in the rain no pain 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' hoes 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
life just as good as we could
But a bitch can't be trusted
snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted
The whoopin' on my nigga in jail
Tryin' to get a to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my
Damn, I miss my nigga, out a little liquor

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

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

on gin, smokin' on blunts and it's on
Reminisce about my niggaz, dead and gone
And now buried, sometimes my eyes still get blurry
I'm losin' all my homies and I worry
I got my back against a brick wall, trapped in a
Boxin' with suckers 'til my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, there'll be like this"
wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of big time G's
Rolling in marked cars, them keys
And now I up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my in the pen, yo
son's gettin' 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 I'll handlin' yo' business

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

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

at you
Drinkin' got you where you even give respect to your partners
Pour out liquor, nigga
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 still let go
My cousin died last year and I 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 motherfuckin' piece, yeah
Pour out a little liquor, Young Queen,
This one goes out to all my partners
in the motherfuckin' Bay

Oaktown still in the 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
Yeah nigga, out a little liquor