Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A ass rola so let me tell ya
A crazy fucking rola from crazy fucking fella
of like Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
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 crazy
Where the vatos do bad but have nothing to be for
Shooting putos, an everyday thing
Someone the ambulance, 'cause the fat hyna sings
But not over, seems like it will never end
when you think it's through, nah holmes it just begins
Over and over sort of a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go back and
Those fucking levas for around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, I've 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 crazy
Mi vida
It's called the crazy

Back some shit that some people flip on
Before your trip ese, something for you to trip on
about killings, and living life in a craze
Smoking Jane, hell sprung in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs 'cause thinking that crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to our evil ways
But to this motherfucking wickedness
All these punks talking and I'm sick of this
Talking 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 don't mean that I won't fight ya
Do anything to win even if I to bite ya
And if I lose, it's to shoot down 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 this with 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 give a
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press fucking luck
But you'll die, (why) want to know
It's my crazy life, mi vida loca en mi

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, then walk away like nothing happened
I usually feel the diziness but this time I wasn't this
I you could say this crazy vato is used to it
Making all you little fucking levas the bullet
the bullet I said motherfucker
Bite the bullet, twice I it
Not giving a fuck you ese
You got your lips wrapped around the of my quette
Now you're trying to tell me what yo to do
say your 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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