Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She commando
She came and
I came and rolled
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bitch straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the James
Don't need the Royce
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
with no lotion
Get this shit
his jaw open
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he smoking niggas no joking

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been that lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
place at the wrong time
Wrong turn in my own
Right place at the wrong
Got in my own mind

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty and this ain't what you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama that ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a went crazy
At the Marriott, having Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
Housekeeping knocking on my door though
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror a 44
Tryna get my straight
She tryna get the bed
No room to
on the sink

Uhh me harta
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
te cres eh? El muy chingon?
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te toma
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the alone)
que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems you've been feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right at the wrong time
turn in my own mind
Right at the wrong time
Got in my own mind

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this ain't you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to in Pre-K?
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

In the black Benz speeding with my black gleaming
Out the
low baby come and see 'em where the rent low
Been gone I need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga

Been a crip though off of 65th though
Anybody killer I aiming when the shit blow
Jumping through your window finna hit a mode
since the flip phone don't be who I flip on

We all away, what are you looking for?
We all waste away, do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I take much more
We all waste away, be lost and poor
What my pastor say? shit that I don't believe
What my master say? Nigga, you be free
Until you away, razor on my sleeve
compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
Mean so to me"