Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

Shit, man
Fuck pinche jura ese
If they only knew the fuck I was, right
Right their pinche puerco noses and shit
ain't gonna catch me ese
I'm too Goddamn sly, slick, and
Fuck these fucking
fuck with my crazy life
Simon ese, I'm that crazy little vato roaming the barrio
where you find me every fucking night creeping
Simon, my crazy life ese
Mi loca

A crazy ass rola so let me ya
A crazy fucking rola from this crazy fella
Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or
A little vato brought up in my crazy race
(What is that?) The race of the Brownest
Where every lives to be the downest
Crazy ass stories plotted in a crazy
Where the vatos do bad but have to be sorry for
Shooting putos, an everyday thing
Someone call the ambulance, 'cause the fat sings
But it's not over, seems like it never end
Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it begins
Over and sort of like a loop
Someone gets shot, it's to go back and shoot
Those fucking for fucking around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought before your actions, so I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, everything heard, but you can't amaze me
Mi vida loca, life is

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

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

Simon the quette's 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 hear are the shots
Bang bang bang, then away like nothing happened
I usually the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this
I guess you could say this crazy vato is to it
Making all you little fucking bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I said
the bullet, twice I pulled it
Not giving a fuck you ese
You got your lips wrapped around the barrel of my
Now you're trying to tell me what yo to do
They say your homies are after me, but saves que I'm them too
It no fucking difference to me
A young SD MG R-O-B
up ey

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