Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She commando
She and rambled
I came and rolled
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
Give head then begged the boy to crip
I write the Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
Gangsta Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
Like he loved smoking niggas no

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are pretty great and this ain't what you need
Don't to waste 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 that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my though
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my straight
She get the bed straight
No to think
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 mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
Nadie te toma
(I hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I hate you)

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

It's okay, hey Vince, 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 more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
okay, it's okay, guess I should say

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

Been a schizo crip though off of though
Anybody I ain't aiming when the shit blow
through your window finna hit a lick 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 can't take much
We all waste away, rather be lost and
What my pastor say? Some shit that I don't
my master say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you away, razor on my sleeve
compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You mean so to me
so much to me"