Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She commando
She came and
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
head then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James
need 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 cracking
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy smoking
he loved smoking niggas no joking

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
place at the wrong time
Got in my own mind

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are pretty great and this ain't 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 in Pre-K?
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga crazy
At the Marriott, having Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga loco
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep on my door though
she know I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my straight
She tryna get the bed
No room to
on the sink

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 hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' you, just leave me the fuck alone)
que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been feeling lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right place at the time
Wrong turn in my own
Right place at the time
Got lost in my own

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

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

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

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