Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She the front door
She commando
She and rambled
I came and over
No time for conversations shoulders
Outta my
She red wine
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
head then begged the boy to crip walk
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 the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking niggas no

get a little bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right at the wrong time
Wrong turn in my own
Right at the wrong time
Got in my own mind

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, 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

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep on my door though
she know 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 harta
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
te cres 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 grown ass man)
Nadie te toma
(I fuckin' hate you, leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I hate you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been feeling lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right place at the wrong
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 ain't you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to in Pre-K?
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

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

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

We all waste away, what are you looking
We all waste away, what do you got in
We all waste away, cause I take much more
We all away, rather be lost and poor
What my say? Some shit that I don't believe
What my say? Nigga, you won't be free
you pass away, razor 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"