Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was raised on and rice
and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be
Mama used to trip I fed the mice
I'm the one sent home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid lost my sanity
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 feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I felt that
We never felt so rich those were the ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's you changed
The weed hit the brain and the man thought he
It was joint, after joint, after joint, joint
In one month your fuckin' was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you nigga you set for life
Enjoy your man you only live once
your family vacation and relax for a month

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

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

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

[gun

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

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

Say, Los, check out, man

What up,

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

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