Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was on beans and rice
and if you shot up my I wouldn't be surprised
Mama used to trip 'cause I fed the
I'm the one sent home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that lost my
I'm the kid that had the with no batteries
Mama sat me down for serious talks
On how to the rats out the cereal box

I feel you homie nigga I lived that nigga I felt that shit
We felt so rich those were the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b havin' hella fun on natural dough
When you to smoke that's when you changed
The weed hit the and the man thought he came
It was joint, after joint, joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' 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 your family vacation and relax for a

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

Chill cut dad some slack
Sure he our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all cot up hearin' on dub
We was only seven 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 they jealous and pullin' hoes
It's to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it easy but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and took over
Now thinks they can do like 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 they to

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

[gun

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

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

Say, Los, this out, man

What up,

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

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