Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She the front door
She came
She came and
I and rolled over
No time for cold shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking no joking

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going pretty and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an fuck
me some more money, we'll 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

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

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

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

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

In the black Benz speeding with my 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 a nigga

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

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