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 sent home 'cause my head had lice
I'm the kid that lost my
I'm the kid that had the toys with no
sat me down for some serious talks
On how to the rats out the cereal box

I feel you homie I lived that shit nigga 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 hella fun on natural dough
you started to smoke that's when you changed
The weed hit the brain and the man thought he
It was joint, joint, after joint, after joint
In one month your fuckin' was destroyed
Now you got and a beautiful wife
The kinda money that you nigga you set for life
Enjoy your man you only live once
Take your family vacation and for a month

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

Chill homie cut dad slack
Sure he left our ass but that was way the fuck
You all cot up blastin' on dub
We was seven when our house got shot up
Mom was all I saw that shit
It was just blast from the mirror alright kid
You blessed by God man you give up
And run around not givin' a fuck
Yeah of 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 over Houston
Now everybody thinks can do like you
Losin' thousands and thousands on a ass crew
Talkin' on you but you got nothing to prove
Let 'em run they mouth all the they want to

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

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Damn dawg, you that gun shot?
Soundin' like it came SPM's room! Lets go check it out!

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

Say, Los, this out, man

What up,

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

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