Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was raised on 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 sent home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that my sanity
I'm the kid had the toys with no batteries
Mama sat me down for 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 good ass bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on dough
When you started to smoke that's you changed
The hit the brain and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, joint, after joint
In one your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a wife
The kinda that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you only live
your family vacation and relax for a month

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

Chill homie cut dad slack
Sure he left our ass but that was way the back
You all cot up hearin' on dub
We was only when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw shit
It was just blast from the mirror alright kid
You blessed by God man you give up
And run around town not a fuck
Yeah of they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that that came up so quick
You it look easy but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and took Houston
Now everybody thinks can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a 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 preachin' n'shit
I my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in these bitch
Don't me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' now? You must wanna die too
all it takes is one bullet to me and you

shot]

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

All my people fight da
Some sniff paint and some shoot
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 y'all

Say, Los, this out, man

What up,

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

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