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 to trip 'cause I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home my head had lice
I'm the kid that 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 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, after joint, after joint, joint
In one your fuckin' brain was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The kinda that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your man you only live once
Take your family vacation and relax for a

I'mma smoke 'till I nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my boat
rats with eighty seven new gats
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' pedron I shit on my own
I got a
for every fuckin' inch of my
in my blood to be a drunk and not give a fuck
I do a drive-by in my grandmas
A G daddy left me at the age of
Now every South Side crack-head 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 our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw shit
It was just blast from the mirror alright kid
You by God man you can't give up
And run around town not a fuck
of course they jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be that mess-kin that up so quick
You it look easy but It's just an illusion
You did the impossible and took Houston
Now everybody thinks they can do you
Losin' thousands and 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 you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the bitch so save yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in streets bitch
Don't piss me off put this gat to yo' head
Can't you see these jealous pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft You must wanna die too
all it is one bullet to kill me and you

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

All my people fight da
Some sniff paint and shoot needle
Some take shots with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they
All the children need someone to show they can't be someone
Mad at me I came up, I don't understand what y'all want

Say, Los, this out, man

What up,

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

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