Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

Pour out a little for your homies, nigga
one here go out to my nigga Mike 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 packed a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the
Hangin' on the block, slangin' rocks and makin'

I couldn't fuck the school life, I was a fool
play that motherfucker for a tool man
Tonight'll be the night that's what we
Hustlin' in the rain felt no 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them hoes manure
First let my 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 since a bitch can't be
snitched to the police, now my nigga's busted
The whoopin' on my nigga in jail
Tryin' to get a motherfucker to
And nobody diss my nigga
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little

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

This out to all you so called G's
Pour out a little for your real motherfuckin' partners
Don't let the drink get that y'all, huh
Pour out a little liquor, pour out a little
What's you drinkin' on?

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

We had plans of bein' big G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' keys
And now I up the window, blaze up some indo
Get to' down for my 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 I'll keep handlin' yo'

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 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 and I still can't let go

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

My cousin died last year and I still 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 died last 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 motherfuckin' piece,
Pour out a liquor, Young Queen, yeah
This one goes out to all my mack
Back in the Bay

Oaktown in the motherfuckin' house
(Pour out a liquor)
My Richie Rich, Gov'na
(I care, Night train, Hennessey)
All my motherfuckin' partners
(Pour out a liquor)
And all my real in Marin, fuck you busta ass niggaz
Yeah nigga, pour out a little