Luyện nghe bài hát Il-de-france

Caliente
Caliente

Catch you on the
yo fucken head out homie
in the and
I'll watch the flow
into one of the sewer that says
"Flowing to the ocean"

the shit, dog
I'll throw a rock, I'll take a giraffe
You dont know me
I'll go the L.A. zoo and take
mother fuckers out

The gorrillas the
any mother that's alive
on the side of the
I'll stab a

I dont know, there's all over the highway, yeah.

you on the streets
stomp yo fucken out

you on the streets.
that's how it goes
with you and me on the
and the
fuckin him on the ground
catch yourself
fuckin break your
your tryna catch your fall
when your on the floor
and you also and fall
and hit head on the ground
and be laughing with my homies as
we look
"look at this mother fucker, looks like he broke a bone... oh dang, he did! So, let's roll home"

shit, shit, son.
I gotta tell you
"Catch you on the streets, mother fucker, let this be an
don't be fucking my crew. You know? Me and my fucking twenty-two. Bust a cap in your mother fucking face. BALA! BLAM! mother fucker be dead like a bitch"

I'm mad, grimy, nasty. Grimy ass fuck with jenky shit.

I dont like hearin' none of that bullshit because I gotta smack a fucker 25 times.

Catch you on the streets yo fucken head out

What? say what? mother fucker got time.
(I'll) Gat you at sears, chase you down
and, I dont know, found you in the room, naked.
to beat the shit out of you
chopped yo dick off with a mother box cutter
and I laughed, laughter
ay
shit.
What the
outta
left with the blood all over the love, the fucking room
Inside of sears. Mother fucking steal a tuxedo for yourself.

Caliente.