Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A crazy ass so let me tell ya
A fucking rola from this crazy fucking fella
of like Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
A crazy vato brought up in my crazy race
(What race is that?) The of the Brownest
Where every lives to be the downest
Crazy ass stories plotted in a barrio
Where the vatos do bad but have to be sorry for
Shooting down putos, an everyday
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 holmes it begins
Over and over sort of like a
Someone shot, it's time to go back and shoot
fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought before your actions, so holmes I'm too
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you amaze me
Mi loca, life is crazy

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

Back with some shit that some people on
Before your trip ese, here's for you to trip on
about killings, and living life in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, sprung in a daze
Sick of 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
Talking about I'm bigger than you so you gonna do
I'm the vato holding a shotgun, you're the holding the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't that I won't fight ya
Do to win even if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, it's to shoot down a solca
As you're lying dead I out the bag of mota
up the leo and spark up my joint
Proud because I this vato 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, em, stuck em, who give a fuck
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your fucking
But die, (why) people 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 hear are the three
Bang bang bang, then walk like nothing happened
I feel the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this
I you could say this crazy vato is used to it
Making all you little fucking levas the bullet
Bite the bullet I said
Bite the bullet, twice I it
Not giving a about you ese
You got your wrapped around the barrel of my quette
Now you're trying to me what yo want to do
They say homies are after me, but saves que I'm after them too
It no fucking difference to me
A young SD MG L-I-L
up ey

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