Luyện nghe bài hát Loca

Know your sick of all the old thangs
Same wit' the same champagne
Backwoods, tryin' to burn brain
Wit' a broke-ass nigga in the Range
You ain't nothin' but a vibrant
Ass too thick for your 5' 10"
to spend all night in your nine lives?
Get to purrin' that liquor get to burnin'
Get it crackin', why you like a virgin?
Where it come from, mama or the
You paid for it, did you for it? Get twerkin'
And a nigga gotta sit and wait for it, is it it?
Why I ask I already know?
Don't me, mind already gone
better not keep callin' ya phone
Have my dogs in the yard at his

You know you drive me

Girl, you lookin' like out of King
Magazine, fifteen in the
Hope a nigga run up tweakin'
I'm tryna to a good time this evening
91 Freeway, eastbound,
night but the face right, I need it
Mando, I'm the man though, you see it
Niggas wanna kill me, so I keep it
I ain't really clubs, into nightlife
Only kick it wit' the thugs, I ain't never did a
Weed blowin' what I does, need mind right
They won't ever a nigga at the stoplight
What your life
Would you ride for a nigga, die for a
Court lie for a nigga?
Switch up to set up a snitch on a
Maybe, still drive me crazy

You you drive me crazy

Siempre estar en la calle gusta con
Amigos como pendejo y nunca estar en la casa
Tienes cosas que hacer en la casa
quieres estar con ellos y nunca quieres estar conmigo what the fuck
Yo no sé que vas hacer, but you to get your shit together
Because a mi no me vas a como ninguna otra pendeja estupido