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 had lice
I'm the kid that my sanity
I'm the kid had the toys with no batteries
Mama sat me for some serious talks
On how to keep the rats out the box

I feel you homie I lived that shit nigga I felt that shit
We never felt so rich those were the ass days bro
Sure we was but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you started to smoke that's you changed
The weed hit the and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after
In one month fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got children and a wife
The kinda money that you nigga you set for life
your self man you only live once
Take your family and relax for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I croak fuck bein' broke nigga
I need bedrooms and my boat nigga
rats with eighty seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place when I can
I want some hoes in they they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma is my beautiful kids
I'm sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a
for every 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 left me at the age of three
Now every Side crack-head pagin' me

Chill homie cut dad some
he left our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all cot up blastin' on dub
We was only seven when our house got up
Mom was all bloody I saw shit
It was just blast from the mirror alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't up
And run around not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course they and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin came up so quick
You made it easy 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
Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to
Let 'em run they all the fuck they want to

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

[gun

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 with salt and lemon get fucked up and they women
All the children need someone to them they can't be someone
Mad at me 'cause I came up, I don't understand y'all want

Say, Los, check out, man

What up,

Say, just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out

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