Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She commando
She and rambled
I and rolled over
No for conversations cold shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat
Sick of these rapper stealing my
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get this cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he loved niggas no joking

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

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

Lemme tell ya 'bout, 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
Tryna get my head
She get the bed straight
No room to
on the sink

Uhh me tienes
(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 no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass 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 little bit
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit
breathing slowly slowly
Right place at the wrong
Wrong turn in my own
place at the wrong time
Got in my own mind

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 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 for our birthday
okay, it's okay, guess I should say

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

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

We all waste away, what are you looking
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
What my pastor say? Some that I don't 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," say, "You mean so much to me
Mean so to me"