Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She the front door
She came
She came and
I and rolled over
No time for cold shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to crip
I write the Joyce
need the Rolls Royce
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get shit cracking
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy 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 place at the wrong
Wrong in my own mind
place at the wrong time
Got lost in my own

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 fuck
me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went 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 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 abre los ojos)
Quien te cres eh? El muy
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
are going pretty great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant
Send me some more money, 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, okay, guess I should say

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

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

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