Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

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

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

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

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a went loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
keep 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 abre los ojos)
Quien te eh? El muy chingon?
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
te toma enserio
(I hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I hate you)

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

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 some money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

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

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

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