Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

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

I feel you homie nigga I lived that 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 natural
When you started to smoke when you changed
The weed hit the and the man thought he came
It was joint, joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you make you set for life
Enjoy your self man you only live
Take family vacation and relax for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven and my boat nigga
rats with eighty 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 fuckin' inch of my home
in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my 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 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 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 made it look but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and took Houston
Now thinks they can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass
down on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the they want to

Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin'
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start my shit
No mercy for the weak so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too 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 must die too
all it takes is one to kill me and you

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

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

Say, Los, this out, man

What up,

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

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