Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She commando
She came and
I and rolled over
No time for conversations cold
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades with no
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
he loved smoking niggas no joking

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going pretty great and this ain't what you
Don't need to 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

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain
tell ya bout, when a nigga went loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
Housekeeping keep on my door though
Don't she know I'm in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my straight
She tryna get the bed
No to think
on the sink

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, eres un estupido no sabes
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
te toma enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I fuckin' you)

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this 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 to fight in Pre-K?
Mama that ass for 3 days
at McDonald's 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 need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga

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

We all waste away, are you looking for?
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
Until you pass away, razor on my
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
so much to me"