Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She the front door
She commando
She came and
I came and rolled
No time for conversations shoulders
Outta my
She outta red
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then begged the boy to crip
I write the James
need the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades no lotion
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy loved
he loved smoking niggas no joking

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit
breathing slowly slowly
Right place at the time
Wrong turn in my own
Right place at the time
Got lost in my own

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 more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

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

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

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit
Keep breathing slowly
Right place at the wrong
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 and this ain't what you need
Don't to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, 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 the world a nigga

Been a schizo crip though off of though
Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the blow
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 for?
We all away, what do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I can't much more
We all waste away, be lost and poor
What my pastor say? Some shit that I believe
my master say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you away, razor on my sleeve
compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You mean so to me
so much to me"