Luyện nghe bài hát SPM vs. Los

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

I feel you homie nigga I lived that shit nigga I that shit
We never felt so those were the good ass days bro
Sure we was broke but we was b-b guns havin' hella fun on dough
When you started to smoke 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 beautiful
The kinda money you make nigga you set for life
Enjoy your self man you only live
Take your family vacation and for a month

I'mma smoke 'till I croak nigga fuck broke nigga
I need seven bedrooms and my nigga
Watchin' with eighty seven new gats
The penitantary's the place when I can relax
I some hoes in they heads they pushin' me to the edge
The thing I'mma miss is my beautiful kids
I'm sippin' pedron I handle 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 in my grandmas truck
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 back
You all cot up hearin' on dub
We was only seven when our got shot up
Mom was all I saw that shit
It was just blast from the it's alright kid
You blessed by God man you can't up
And run around town not givin' a
Yeah of course they jealous and pullin' shit
It's to be that mess-kin that came up so quick
You made it look easy but It's just an
You did the impossible and over Houston
Now everybody they can do like you
Losin' and thousands on a half ass crew
Talkin' down on you but you got to prove
Let 'em run mouth all the fuck they want to

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

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

All my fight da evil
Some sniff paint and some needle
Some take with salt and lemon get fucked up and beat they women
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, check out, man

What up,

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

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