Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A crazy ass so let me tell ya
A crazy fucking rola from this fucking fella
Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or
A crazy little brought up in my crazy race
(What race is that?) The race of the
every Mexicano lives to be the downest
Crazy ass stories plotted in a barrio
Where the do bad but have nothing to be sorry for
down putos, an everyday thing
Someone call the ambulance, the fat hyna sings
But it's not over, seems like it will end
Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it just
Over and over sort of a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go and shoot
Those levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you can't me
Mi vida loca, life is

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

Back with some shit that some people on
Before your ese, here's something for you to trip on
Talking about killings, and living life in a
Smoking Mary Jane, hell in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs 'cause they're thinking crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to our evil ways
But to this motherfucking wickedness
All these punks talking shit and I'm of this
about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do
I'm the vato holding a shotgun, you're the holding the .22
But because I'm smaller don't mean that I won't fight ya
Do anything to win if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, it's to shoot down a solca
As you're lying I pull out the bag of mota
Roll up the leo and up my joint
Proud because I killed this vato my hollow point
But am I to do when this vato is to strike me
I him two times 'cause he got blood on my Nikes
em, buck em, stuck 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 loca en mi barrio

Simon the pointed at cha you see mi vida loca
Giving you a taste, got the mad dog on my
Oh you see the three dots, and I are the three shots
Bang bang bang, then walk like nothing happened
I usually the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this
I guess you could say this vato is used to it
Making all you fucking levas bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I said
Bite the bullet, twice I it
Not giving a about you ese
You got lips wrapped around the barrel of my quette
Now you're trying to me what yo want to do
They say your homies are me, but saves que I'm after them too
It makes no difference to me
A young SD MG L-I-L
up ey

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