Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She the front door
She came
She and rambled
I came and rolled
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the James
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get this shit
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
Like he loved niggas no joking

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

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

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga loco
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror a 44
Tryna get my head
She tryna get the bed
No room to
KABOOM on the

Uhh me harta
(Pinche abre 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 enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

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

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 ignorant
Send me more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

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

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