Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

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

I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit I felt that shit
We never felt so those were the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns 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 brain was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you make nigga you set for
Enjoy your self man you only live
Take your family vacation and relax for a

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty new gats
The the only place when 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 sippin' pedron I handle on my own
I got a
for every inch of my home
It's in my blood to be a drunk and not 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 seven when 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 can't up
And run town not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course jealous and pullin' hoes shit
It's hard to be mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an
You did the and took over Houston
Now everybody they can do like you
Losin' thousands and on a half ass crew
Talkin' on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they all the fuck they want to

Mutha you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and start my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so yo' speech bitch
You can't I'm too deep in these streets bitch
Don't piss me off 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

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Damn dawg, you hear that gun
Soundin' like it from SPM's room! Lets go check it out!

All my people fight da
Some sniff paint and shoot needle
Some take shots with and lemon get fucked up and beat they women
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 dunno about all that other