Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

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

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right at the wrong 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 great and this what you need
Don't need to waste your on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
okay, it's okay, guess I should say

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

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche abre 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, un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
Nadie te toma
(I fuckin' you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I hate you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been that lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right at the wrong time
turn in my own mind
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
Don't need to your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, guess I 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 don't need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a

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

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