Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

Shit, man
Fuck that jura ese
If they only knew where the fuck I was,
Right underneath pinche puerco noses and shit
ain't gonna catch me ese
I'm too Goddamn sly, slick, and
Fuck these fucking
Can't fuck with my crazy
Simon ese, I'm that crazy 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 so let me tell ya
A crazy rola from this crazy fucking fella
Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or
A crazy little vato brought up in my crazy
(What race is that?) The of the Brownest
Where every Mexicano lives to be the
ass stories plotted in a crazy barrio
Where the vatos do bad but have nothing to be for
Shooting down putos, an everyday
call the ambulance, 'cause the fat hyna sings
But it's not over, seems it will never end
Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it just
and over sort of like a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go and shoot
fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything seen, everything I've heard, but you can't amaze me
Mi loca, life is crazy

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

Back with some shit that some flip on
Before your trip ese, here's something for you to on
Talking killings, and living life in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, hell sprung in a
Sick of pulling 'cause they're thinking that crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to change our evil
But back to this wickedness
All these talking shit and I'm sick of this
Talking about I'm bigger than you so you gonna do
I'm the holding a shotgun, you're the vato holding the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't mean I won't fight ya
Do anything to win if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, it's time to down a solca
As you're lying dead I pull out the bag of
Roll up the leo and spark up my
Proud because I killed this with my hollow point
But am I to do when this vato is to strike me
I kicked him two times 'cause he got blood on my
Fuck em, buck em, em, who give a fuck
Oh you vatos want 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
Giving you a taste, got the mad dog on my
Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the shots
Bang bang, then walk away like nothing happened
I feel the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this
I guess you could say this crazy vato is to it
Making all you fucking levas bite the bullet
the bullet I said motherfucker
Bite the bullet, I pulled it
Not a fuck about you ese
You got your lips around the barrel of my quette
Now trying to tell me what yo want to do
They say homies are after me, but saves que I'm after them too
It makes no fucking to me
A SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
up ey

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