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 to trip 'cause I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home 'cause my head had
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 feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I that shit
We never felt so rich those were the ass days bro
we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's when you
The weed hit the brain and the man he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, joint
In one month fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a wife
The money that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you only once
Take family vacation and relax for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga bein' broke nigga
I seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place 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 pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a
for every fuckin' of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not a fuck
I do a drive-by in my grandmas
A G left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head me

Chill cut dad some slack
Sure he left our ass but was way the fuck back
You all cot up blastin' on dub
We was seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that
It was just blast the mirror it's alright kid
You by God man you can't give up
And run around town not givin' a
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin came up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an
You did the impossible and took over
Now everybody thinks they can do you
thousands and thousands on a half ass crew
Talkin' 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 my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak so save yo' speech bitch
You can't I'm too deep in these streets bitch
Don't piss me off I'll put gat to yo' head
you see these jealous 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

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

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