Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was raised on and rice
and if you shot up my crib I be surprised
Mama to trip 'cause I fed the mice
I'm the one they home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys no batteries
sat me down for some serious talks
On how to the rats out the cereal box

I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit 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 fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The money that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy self man you only live once
your family vacation and relax for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' nigga
I need bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty seven new
The penitantary's the place when I can relax
I want some in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing miss is my beautiful kids
I'm just sippin' 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 drive-by in my grandmas
A G daddy me at the age of three
Now South Side crack-head pagin' me

Chill cut dad some 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 I saw that shit
It was blast from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't up
And run around town not a fuck
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' shit
It's to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and took Houston
Now everybody thinks can do like you
Losin' and thousands on a half ass crew
Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to
Let 'em run they mouth all the they want to

Mutha fuck you nigga preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha 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 these streets
Don't piss me off I'll put gat to yo' head
Can't you see these bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft now? You wanna die too
all it is one bullet to kill me and you

[gun

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

All my fight da evil
Some sniff and some shoot needle
Some shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat 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 what want

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 all that other shit