Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She the front door
She came
She and rambled
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
Outta my
She red wine
She bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give then begged the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
need the Rolls Royce
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
in my system
Daddy smoking
Like he loved 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
Wrong in my own mind
place at the wrong time
Got lost in my own

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

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, a nigga went loco
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
Don't she know I'm staring in the with a 44
get my head straight
She get the bed straight
No to think
on the sink

Uhh me harta
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
Quien te eh? El muy chingon?
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(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 hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been feeling that
gets a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
place 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, laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama that ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

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

Been a schizo crip off of 65th though
killer I ain't aiming when the shit blow
Jumping through your window finna hit a lick
Thugging since the 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, I can't take much more
We all away, rather be lost and poor
my pastor say? Some shit that I don't believe
What my master say? Nigga, you won't be
Until you pass away, razor on my
compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
so much to me"