Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

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

I feel you homie nigga I lived that nigga I felt that shit
We never felt so rich were the good ass days bro
Sure we was but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on natural dough
you started to smoke that's when you changed
The weed hit the brain and the man he came
It was joint, after joint, joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' was destroyed
Now you got children and a wife
The kinda money that you 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 croak nigga fuck broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my boat
Watchin' rats with eighty new gats
The penitantary's the place when I can relax
I want some hoes in they heads they 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 blood to be a drunk and not give a
I do a drive-by in my grandmas
A G daddy left me at the age of
Now South Side crack-head pagin' 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 when our house got shot up
Mom was all bloody I saw that
It was blast from the mirror it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't up
And run around not givin' a fuck
Yeah of course they jealous and hoes shit
It's to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look 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 ass crew
down on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they all the fuck they want to

Mutha fuck you nigga preachin' n'shit
I grab my mutha fuckin' glock and 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 put this gat to yo' head
you see these jealous bitches pray for us to be dead,
You gettin' soft now? You must die too
all it takes is one to kill me and you

[gun

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

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

Say, Los, check out, man

What up,

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

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