Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

Shit, man
Fuck that jura ese
If they knew where the fuck I was, right
Right their pinche puerco noses and shit
They ain't 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 the barrio homeboy
That's where you find me every fucking night
Simon, my crazy life ese
Mi loca

A crazy ass rola so let me ya
A crazy fucking from this crazy fucking fella
Sort of 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
down putos, an everyday thing
Someone the ambulance, 'cause the fat hyna sings
But it's not over, like it will never end
Just when you it's through, nah holmes it just begins
and over sort of like a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go and shoot
fucking levas for fucking around with the wrong man, but
Should have thought before actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything seen, everything I've heard, but you can't amaze me
Mi vida loca, is crazy

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

with some shit that some people flip on
Before your trip ese, here's for you to trip on
Talking killings, and living life in a craze
Smoking Mary Jane, hell in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs 'cause thinking that crime pays
Damn Raza, we got to our evil ways
But back to motherfucking wickedness
All these talking shit and I'm sick of this
Talking about I'm bigger you so what you gonna do
I'm the holding a shotgun, you're the vato holding the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't mean that I fight ya
Do to win even if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, it's time to shoot a solca
As you're dead I pull out the bag of mota
Roll up the leo and up my joint
because I killed this vato with my hollow point
But what am I to do when this is to strike me
I kicked him two 'cause he got blood on my Nikes
Fuck em, buck em, em, who give a fuck
Oh you vatos want some petho, don't press your fucking luck
But die, (why) people want to know
It's my life, mi vida loca en mi barrio

Simon the quette's pointed at cha you see mi 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, then walk away like nothing happened
I usually feel the diziness but this I wasn't feeling this
I you could say this crazy vato is used to it
Making all you fucking levas bite the bullet
Bite the bullet I motherfucker
Bite the bullet, twice I it
Not giving a about you ese
You got lips wrapped around the barrel of my quette
Now you're trying to tell me 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 SD MG L-I-L R-O-B
up ey

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