Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A crazy ass so let me tell ya
A crazy fucking rola this crazy fucking fella
Sort of Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
A crazy little vato up in my crazy race
(What is that?) The race of the Brownest
Where every Mexicano to be the downest
Crazy ass stories plotted in a barrio
Where the vatos do bad but nothing to be sorry for
Shooting putos, an everyday thing
Someone call the ambulance, the fat hyna sings
But not over, seems like it will never end
Just when you think it's through, nah it just begins
Over and over sort of a loop
Someone shot, it's time to go back and shoot
Those fucking levas for 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 loca, life is crazy

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

Back with shit that some people flip on
Before your trip ese, here's for you to trip on
Talking about killings, and life in a craze
Smoking Jane, hell sprung in a daze
Sick of pulling crumbs 'cause they're thinking that crime
Damn Raza, we got to change our ways
But back to this wickedness
All these talking 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 vato the .22
But just because I'm smaller don't mean that I won't ya
Do anything to win even if I to bite ya
And if I lose, it's time to shoot down a
As lying dead I pull out the bag of mota
up the leo and spark up my joint
Proud because I killed this vato with my point
But what am I to do when this vato is to me
I kicked him two times 'cause he got on my Nikes
em, buck em, stuck em, who give a fuck
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't your fucking luck
But you'll die, (why) people want to
my crazy life, mi vida loca 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 bang, walk away like nothing happened
I usually feel the diziness but time I wasn't feeling this
I guess you say this crazy vato is used to it
Making all you little fucking levas bite the
Bite the bullet I 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 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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