Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She commando
She came and
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
She love the hip hop and love my slick
head then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James
Don't need the Rolls
I need a straight jacket finna go bat
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades no lotion
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy smoking
Like he smoking niggas no joking

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've feeling 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 lost in my own

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 money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at for our birthday
okay, it's okay, guess I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went
At the Marriott, Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, 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 get the bed straight
No to think
on the sink

Uhh me harta
(Pinche abre los ojos)
Quien te cres eh? El muy
(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 ass mutherfuckin' man)
te toma enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I hate you)

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are pretty great and this ain't what you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

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

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

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