Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Life

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

A ass rola so let me tell ya
A fucking rola from this crazy fucking fella
Sort of Capone, Godfather, or Scarface
A crazy little vato brought up in my crazy
(What race is that?) The race of the
Where Mexicano lives to be the downest
ass stories plotted in a crazy barrio
Where the vatos do bad but have nothing to be for
Shooting down putos, an thing
Someone call the ambulance, 'cause the fat hyna
But it's not over, seems like it will end
Just when you think it's through, nah it just begins
and over sort of like a loop
Someone shot, it's time to go back and shoot
Those fucking levas for fucking around the wrong 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 loca, life is crazy

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

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
Talking about I'm than you so what 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 that I fight ya
Do to win even if I have to bite ya
And if I lose, time to shoot down a solca
As you're lying dead I pull out the bag of
up the leo and spark up my joint
Proud because I this vato with my hollow point
But am I to do when this vato is to strike me
I kicked him two times 'cause he got on my Nikes
Fuck em, buck em, stuck em, who give a
Oh you vatos want some petho, well don't press your fucking
But you'll die, (why) people to know
It's my crazy life, mi loca en mi barrio

Simon the quette's pointed at cha you see mi vida
you a taste, got the mad dog on my face
Oh you see the three dots, and I hear are the three
Bang bang bang, then walk away like nothing
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 little fucking bite the bullet
the bullet I said motherfucker
Bite the bullet, I pulled it
Not giving a fuck you ese
You got your wrapped around the barrel of my quette
Now you're trying to tell me what yo to do
They say homies are after me, but saves que I'm after them too
It makes no difference to me
A young SD MG L-I-L
up ey

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