Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A crazy ass rola so let me ya
A crazy fucking rola this crazy fucking fella
of like Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
A crazy vato brought up in my crazy race
(What race is that?) The race of the
Where every lives to be the downest
Crazy ass stories plotted in a crazy
the vatos do bad but have nothing 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 will end
Just when you it's through, nah holmes it just begins
Over and over of like a loop
Someone gets shot, time to go back and shoot
Those fucking levas for around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
I've seen, everything I've heard, but you can't amaze me
Mi vida loca, life is

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

Back with shit that some people flip on
your trip ese, here's something for you to trip on
Talking about killings, and living life in a
Smoking Jane, hell 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 motherfucking wickedness
All these punks talking shit and I'm sick of
about I'm bigger than you so what you gonna do
I'm the vato holding a shotgun, you're the holding the .22
But because I'm smaller 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 time to shoot down a
As you're lying 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 this is to strike me
I kicked him two times 'cause he got blood on my
Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who a fuck
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your luck
But you'll die, (why) people to know
It's my life, mi vida loca en mi barrio

Simon the quette's at cha you see mi vida loca
you a taste, got the mad dog on my face
Oh you see the dots, and I hear are the three shots
Bang bang bang, then walk like nothing happened
I usually feel the diziness but 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
the bullet, twice I pulled it
Not giving a fuck you ese
You got your lips 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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