Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

I was on beans and rice
and if you up my crib I wouldn't be surprised
Mama used to trip 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 with no batteries
Mama sat me down for serious 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 rich those were the ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural
When you started to that's when you changed
The weed hit the brain and the man he came
It was joint, after joint, after joint, after
In one month your fuckin' brain was
Now you got children and a beautiful
The money that you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you live once
Take your vacation and relax for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I nigga fuck bein' broke nigga
I seven bedrooms and my boat nigga
Watchin' rats eighty seven new gats
The penitantary's the only place when I can
I some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The only thing I'mma miss is my beautiful
I'm just sippin' pedron I handle 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 cut dad some slack
Sure he our ass but that was way the fuck back
You all cot up blastin' on dub
We was seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw shit
It was just from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you give up
And run around not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' hoes
It's hard to be that mess-kin that up so quick
You made it easy but It's just an illusion
You did the and took over Houston
Now everybody they can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a half ass
Talkin' down on you but you got to prove
Let 'em run they all the fuck they want to

Mutha fuck you nigga stop preachin'
I grab my mutha fuckin' and start squeezin' my shit
No mercy for the weak bitch so yo' speech bitch
You can't reach I'm too deep in streets bitch
Don't piss me off I'll put this gat to yo'
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

[gun

dawg, you hear that gun shot?
Soundin' like it came 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 women
All the children need someone to them 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, just smoke and joint, man and try to work this thing out

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