Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She the front door
She commando
She and rambled
I and rolled over
No time for conversations cold
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Royce
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades with no
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
Like he loved smoking no joking

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

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

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche abre los ojos)
Quien te eh? El muy chingon?
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no eres
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

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

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

In the Benz speeding with my black skin gleaming
Out the
low baby come and see 'em where 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 off of 65th though
Anybody killer I aiming when the shit blow
Jumping your window finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone be who I flip on

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