Luyện nghe bài hát Pour Out A Little Liquor

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

I started young kickin' and livin' 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 a nine and my nigga packed a forty-five
We drinkin' forties, shorties livin' naughty lives
You couldn't stop us, as I got my glock, fuck the coppers
Hangin' on the block, slangin' and makin' profits

I couldn't with the school life, I was a fool
I'll play that motherfucker for a man
Tonight'll be the night what we figurin'
Hustlin' in the felt no pain '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 comin' up out the hood
Livin' life just as as we could
But a bitch can't be trusted
Hoes snitched to the police, now my busted
The cops on my nigga in jail
Tryin' to get a to tell
And couldn't nobody diss my
Damn, I miss my nigga, pour out a liquor

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

goes out to all you so called 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 little
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 back against a wall, trapped in a circle
Boxin' with them suckers 'til my knuckles turn
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 cars, movin' them keys
And now I roll up the window, up some indo
Get to' down for my in the pen, yo
Your son's gettin' big and
And I'd love 'em like one of my own, til' you home
And the years fly with the quickness
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 scrapin' to back
Throwin' dogs on them suckers runnin' up on this hog
I my words can paint a perfect picture
And let ya know how much a miss ya
out some liquor

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

at you
Drinkin' got you where you don't even respect to your partners
out some liquor, nigga
It like 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 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 for my homies y'all
We in motherfuckin' piece, yeah
Pour out a little liquor, Queen, yeah
This one out to all my mack partners
Back in the Bay

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