Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

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

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

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

Chill homie cut dad some
Sure he our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all cot up hearin' on dub
We was seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all I saw that shit
It was just blast from the mirror it's kid
You by God man you can't give up
And run around not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin that up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an
You did the impossible and over Houston
Now everybody they can do like you
Losin' thousands and on a half ass crew
Talkin' down on you but you got to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck they to

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

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Damn dawg, you hear that gun
Soundin' like it came from SPM's room! Lets go it out!

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

Say, Los, check out, man

What up,

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

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