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
Outta my
She red wine
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 Rolls
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he loved smoking no joking

get a little bit crazy
Seems you've been feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
place 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 going pretty great and this 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 used to in Pre-K?
Mama that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

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

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
te cres 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 estupido no sabes
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te toma
(I hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this ain't 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 used to in Pre-K?
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
okay, it's okay, guess I should 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 don't need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the a nigga

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

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