Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A crazy ass so let me tell ya
A crazy fucking rola from crazy fucking fella
Sort of like Capone, Godfather, or
A crazy little vato brought up in my crazy
(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 down putos, an thing
Someone call the ambulance, the fat hyna sings
But it's not over, seems it will never end
when you think it's through, nah holmes it just begins
Over and sort of like a loop
Someone gets shot, it's time to go and shoot
Those fucking levas for around with the wrong man, but
Should have before your actions, so holmes I'm too clever
Everything I've seen, everything I've heard, but you amaze me
Mi vida loca, life is

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

Back with some shit some people flip on
Before your ese, here's something 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 they're thinking that pays
Raza, we got to change our evil ways
But back to this wickedness
All these punks talking 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 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
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 times 'cause he got blood on my
em, buck em, stuck em, who give a fuck
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your fucking
But you'll die, (why) want to know
It's my crazy life, mi vida loca en mi

Simon the pointed 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 bang, then walk away nothing happened
I usually the diziness but this time I wasn't feeling this
I guess you could say this crazy is used to it
Making all you little fucking levas bite the
Bite the bullet I said
Bite the bullet, I pulled it
Not a fuck about you ese
You got your lips wrapped around the barrel of my
Now you're to tell me what yo want to do
They say your homies are after me, but saves que I'm them too
It no fucking difference to me
A young SD MG L-I-L
up ey

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