Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She came
She and rambled
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
Give then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he loved niggas no joking

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

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

Lemme tell ya 'bout, a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a went loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
Don't she know I'm 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 quieres hacer te mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
te toma enserio
(I hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

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

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

In the Benz speeding with my black skin gleaming
Out the
Tints low come and see 'em where the rent low
gone 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
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 looking
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 say? Nigga, you be free
Until you pass away, razor on my
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so
"But you a star," they say, "You mean so to me
so much to me"