Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She came
She came and
I came and over
No for conversations cold shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
head then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James
need the Rolls Royce
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta gone
with 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 a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right place at the time
Wrong turn in my own
place at the wrong time
Got lost in my own

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an fuck
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
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

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

Uhh me harta
(Pinche baboso 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 no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I fuckin' you)

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

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

In the black Benz speeding with my black gleaming
Out the
Tints low come and see 'em where the rent low
Been gone I 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 shit
Jumping through your window hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I on

We all waste away, what are you looking
We all waste away, do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I take much more
We all waste away, be lost and poor
What my pastor Some shit that I don't believe
What my master say? Nigga, you won't be
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
so much to me"