Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was raised on and rice
and if you up my crib I wouldn't be surprised
used to trip 'cause I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home my head had lice
I'm the kid that lost my
I'm the kid that had the toys no batteries
Mama sat me down for some serious
On how to keep the rats out the box

I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt shit
We never felt so rich those the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's you changed
The weed hit the and the man thought he came
It was joint, joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a beautiful
The kinda money that you make nigga you set for
Enjoy your self man you only live
Take your family vacation and relax for a

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke
I need seven bedrooms and my boat
Watchin' rats with eighty new gats
The penitantary's the only when I can relax
I some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful
I'm just sippin' pedron I handle on my own
I got a
for every inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not a fuck
I do a drive-by in my truck
A G left me at the age of three
Now South Side crack-head pagin' me

Chill homie cut dad slack
Sure he left our ass but was way the fuck back
You all cot up hearin' on dub
We was only when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw shit
It was just blast from the mirror alright kid
You by God man you can't give up
And run town not givin' a fuck
of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin that came up so
You it look easy but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and over Houston
Now everybody thinks can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass
Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to
Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they to

Mutha fuck you stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' speech
You can't I'm too deep in these streets bitch
piss me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these jealous bitches for us to be dead,
You gettin' now? You must wanna die too
all it takes is one bullet to me and you

[gun

Damn dawg, you that gun shot?
like it came from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!

All my people da evil
Some sniff and some shoot needle
Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and they women
All the children someone to show them they can't be someone
Mad at me 'cause I up, I don't understand what y'all want

Say, Los, this out, man

What up,

Say, let's just and joint, man and try to work this thing out

Well, we could smoke a joint, I dunno about all that shit