Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was on beans and rice
and if you shot up my I wouldn't be surprised
Mama used to trip 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 with no
Mama sat me for some serious talks
On how to keep the rats out the box

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

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

Chill homie cut dad some
Sure he left our ass but was way the fuck back
You all cot up hearin' on dub
We was seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw 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
of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an
You did the impossible and over Houston
Now everybody thinks they can do you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a ass crew
down on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the they want to

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

[gun

Damn dawg, you hear gun shot?
Soundin' like it came from room! Lets go check it out!

All my people fight da
Some sniff paint and some shoot
take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women
All the children need someone to show them they be someone
Mad at me 'cause I came up, I don't understand 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 smoke a joint, I dunno about all that other shit