Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was on beans and rice
and if you shot up my crib I wouldn't be
Mama used to trip I fed the mice
I'm the one they sent home 'cause my had lice
I'm the kid that my sanity
I'm the kid that had the toys with no
Mama sat me down for some talks
On how to keep the out the cereal box

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

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck broke nigga
I need bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty new gats
The penitantary's the only place I can relax
I want some hoes in they they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful
I'm just sippin' pedron I shit on my own
I got a
for every 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 left me at the age of three
Now every South Side crack-head me

Chill cut dad some slack
Sure he 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 from the mirror it's 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 thinks they can do like you
thousands and thousands on a half ass crew
Talkin' down on you but you got nothing to
Let 'em run they all the fuck they want to

Mutha you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I my mutha fuckin' glock and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' bitch
You reach 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 pray for us to be dead,
You soft now? You must wanna die too
all it takes is one bullet to me and you

[gun

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

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

Say, Los, check out, man

What up,

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

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