Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

Shit, man
Fuck pinche jura ese
If only knew where the fuck I was, right
Right their pinche puerco noses and shit
They gonna catch me ese
I'm too sly, slick, and wicked
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 fucking night creeping
Simon, it's my crazy ese
Mi loca

A crazy ass rola so let me ya
A crazy fucking rola from crazy fucking 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 Mexicano to be the downest
ass stories plotted in a crazy barrio
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 it's not over, seems it will never end
Just when you think it's through, nah holmes it begins
Over and over sort of a loop
Someone gets shot, time to go back and shoot
Those fucking levas for fucking around with the man, but
have thought before your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you amaze me
Mi vida loca, is crazy

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

Back with some shit that people flip on
Before trip ese, here's something for you to trip on
about killings, and living life in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, hell in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs they're thinking that crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to change our ways
But back to this wickedness
All punks talking shit and I'm sick of this
about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do
I'm the holding 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 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
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 vato is to 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 fucking luck
But you'll die, (why) people to know
It's my crazy life, mi vida en mi barrio

Simon the quette's pointed at cha you see mi vida
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 time I wasn't feeling
I guess you could say this vato is used to it
all you little fucking levas bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I said
Bite the bullet, twice I it
Not giving a about you ese
You got your lips around the barrel of my quette
Now you're trying to tell me what yo to do
They say your homies are me, but saves que I'm after them too
It no fucking difference to me
A SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
up ey

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