Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She the front door
She commando
She came and
I came and rolled
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
Give then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James
need the Rolls Royce
I need a straight finna go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades with no
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he loved smoking no joking

get a little bit crazy
Seems you've been feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
breathing 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 and this 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?
Mama that ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a went crazy
At the Marriott, having Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my though
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror a 44
Tryna get my head
She tryna get the bed
No to think
KABOOM on the

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 quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
te toma enserio
(I fuckin' you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been feeling that
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing 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 pretty and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

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

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

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