Luyện nghe bài hát Los [Screwed]

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

I'mma smoke 'till I croak fuck bein' broke nigga
I need seven and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats with eighty seven new
The the only place when I can relax
I want some hoes in heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing miss is my beautiful kids
I'm sippin' pedron I handle shit on my own
I got a
for fuckin' 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 left me at the age of three
Now every South Side pagin' me

Mutha you nigga stop preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so save yo' bitch
You can't I'm too deep in these streets bitch
Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo'
Can't you see these bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft now? You wanna die too
all it takes is one bullet to me and you