Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was raised on 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 they sent home my head had lice
I'm the kid lost my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys with no
Mama sat me for some serious talks
On how to the rats out the cereal box

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

I'mma 'till I croak nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need bedrooms and my boat nigga
rats with eighty seven new gats
The the only place when 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 sippin' 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 in my grandmas truck
A G left 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 seven our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw shit
It was just blast from the mirror it's kid
You blessed by God man you can't 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 look easy but It's an illusion
You did the impossible and took Houston
Now everybody thinks can do like you
Losin' and thousands on a half ass crew
down 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 mutha fuckin' and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' bitch
You can't reach I'm too in these streets bitch
Don't me off I'll put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these jealous bitches 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 hear that gun
Soundin' like it from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!

All my fight da evil
Some sniff and some shoot needle
Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat women
All the children need someone to show them can't be someone
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 work this out

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