Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

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

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste 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, it's okay, guess I say

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

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

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

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

In the black Benz with my black skin gleaming
Out the
Tints low baby come and see 'em where the low
Been gone I don't need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a

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

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