Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

Shit, man
Fuck pinche jura ese
If they only where the fuck I was, right
Right underneath their pinche noses and shit
They ain't catch me ese
I'm too sly, slick, and wicked
Fuck these juras
fuck with my crazy life
Simon ese, I'm that little vato roaming the barrio homeboy
That's where you find me fucking night creeping
Simon, it's my life ese
Mi loca

A crazy ass rola so let me ya
A crazy fucking rola this crazy fucking fella
Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or
A crazy little vato up in my crazy race
(What race is that?) The of the Brownest
Where every lives to be the downest
ass stories plotted in a crazy barrio
Where the vatos do bad but nothing to be sorry for
down putos, an everyday thing
Someone call the ambulance, 'cause the fat sings
But not over, seems like it will never end
Just when you think it's through, nah it just begins
and over sort of like a loop
Someone shot, it's time to go back and shoot
Those fucking levas for fucking with the wrong man, but
Should have thought before your actions, so I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you amaze me
Mi loca, life is crazy

It's the crazy life
Mi vida
It's called the life
Mi loca
called the crazy life
Mi vida
called the crazy life

Back with some that some people flip on
Before your trip ese, here's something for you to on
Talking about killings, and living in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, hell in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs they're thinking that crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to change our ways
But back to motherfucking wickedness
All these punks talking shit and I'm sick of
about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do
I'm the vato holding a shotgun, the vato holding the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't mean that I won't ya
Do anything to win if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, it's time to shoot down a
As you're lying dead I out the bag of mota
Roll up the leo and spark up my
Proud because I killed this vato my hollow point
But what am I to do when vato is to strike me
I him two times 'cause he got blood on my Nikes
Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who a fuck
Oh you want some petho, well don't press your fucking luck
But die, (why) people want to know
It's my crazy life, mi vida loca en mi

Simon the quette's pointed at cha you see mi loca
you a taste, got the mad dog on my face
Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the three
Bang bang bang, then walk away like happened
I usually feel the diziness but this time I feeling this
I guess you could say crazy vato is used to it
Making all you fucking levas bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I motherfucker
the bullet, twice I pulled it
Not giving a fuck you ese
You got your lips around the barrel of my quette
Now trying to tell me what yo want to do
They say your are after me, but saves que I'm after them too
It no fucking difference to me
A SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
up ey

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