Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was on beans and rice
and if you shot up my 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 lost my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys no batteries
Mama sat me down for some 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 were the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural
When you started to smoke that's you changed
The weed hit the and the man thought he came
It was joint, joint, after joint, after joint
In one month fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The kinda that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you live once
Take family vacation and relax for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty new gats
The the only place when I can relax
I want some hoes in they they 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 fuckin' inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not give a
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 some
Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck
You all cot up hearin' on dub
We was only when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that
It was just blast from the it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you give up
And run around not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin that up so quick
You made it look easy but just an illusion
You did the and took over Houston
Now everybody thinks they can do you
Losin' thousands and 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' and start squeezin' my shit
No for the weak bitch so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in streets bitch
Don't me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft You must wanna die too
all it takes is one to kill me and you

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

All my people da evil
sniff paint and some shoot needle
Some take shots with 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 came up, I understand what y'all want

Say, Los, check out, man

What up,

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

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