Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

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

I started young kickin' and livin' rough
You watch you around 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 a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, lil' shorties naughty lives
You stop us, long as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hangin' on the block, rocks 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 that's we figurin'
in the rain felt no pain 'cuz we drinkin'
Playin' them like manure
let my nigga fuck and then I fuck, that's how we do it
(Ha ha)

It's two niggaz comin' up out the
Livin' life just as good as we
But since a bitch can't be
Hoes snitched to the police, now my busted
The cops on my nigga in jail
to get a motherfucker to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a little

My died last year and I still 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
My cousin died last year and I still let go

This goes out to all you so G's
Pour out a little liquor for your real motherfuckin'
Don't let the drink get that y'all, huh
out a little liquor, pour out a little liquor
What's 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
'Cuz I'm losin' all my homies and I
I got my against a brick wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin' with them suckers my knuckles turn purple
Mama told me, "Son, there'll be days this"
wanna think so, I hit the drink and stay blitzed

We had plans of bein' big G's
Rolling in marked cars, movin' them
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 '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, do the shit for me
Homie, I can scrapin' back to back
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 nigga ya
Pour out some

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

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

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

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

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