Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A crazy ass rola so let me ya
A fucking rola from this crazy fucking fella
Sort of Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
A crazy vato brought up in my crazy race
(What is that?) The race of the Brownest
every Mexicano lives to be the downest
Crazy ass plotted in a crazy barrio
the vatos do bad but have nothing to be sorry for
Shooting putos, an everyday thing
call the ambulance, 'cause the fat hyna sings
But it's not over, seems like it will 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 and shoot
fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but
Should have before your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything seen, everything I've heard, but you can't amaze me
Mi vida loca, life is

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

Back some shit that some people flip on
Before your ese, here's something for you to trip on
Talking about killings, and living in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, hell sprung in a
Sick of pulling crumbs 'cause they're that crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to our evil ways
But back to this wickedness
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 a shotgun, you're the vato holding the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't mean that I won't ya
Do anything to win even if I have to ya
And if I lose, it's time to down a solca
As you're dead I pull out the bag of mota
Roll up the leo and spark up my
Proud I killed this vato with my hollow point
But what am I to do when this is to strike me
I kicked him two times 'cause he got on my Nikes
Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who give a
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't your fucking luck
But die, (why) people want to know
It's my crazy life, mi 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, then walk away like nothing happened
I usually feel the diziness but this I wasn't feeling this
I guess you say this crazy vato is used to it
Making all you little fucking levas 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 your are after me, but saves que I'm after them too
It makes no difference to me
A young SD MG R-O-B
up ey

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