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 home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys with no
sat me down for some serious talks
On how to keep the out the cereal box

I feel you nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit
We felt 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 month fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you make nigga you set for
Enjoy your self man you only once
Take your vacation and relax for a month

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

Chill homie cut dad some
he left 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 bloody I saw that
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
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes
It's hard to be that mess-kin came up so quick
You made it look but It's just an illusion
You did the and took over Houston
Now everybody they can do like you
Losin' and thousands on a half ass crew
down on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the fuck want to

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

[gun

dawg, you hear that gun shot?
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 beat women
All the children need someone to show them they can't be
Mad at me 'cause I came up, I don't understand what y'all

Say, Los, check out, man

What up,

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

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