Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She the front door
She came
She and rambled
I came and over
No time for cold shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
She love the hip hop and love my talk
head then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
need the Rolls Royce
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
Tryna run the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy smoking
Like he smoking 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 time
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 and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant
Send me more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to in Pre-K?
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga crazy
At the Marriott, Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
keep knocking on my door though
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror a 44
get my head straight
She get the bed straight
No room to
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 ass mutherfuckin' man)
te toma enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I hate you)

get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right place at the wrong
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 great and ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an fuck
Send me more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

In the black Benz speeding with my black 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 tryna show the world a nigga

Been a schizo though off of 65th though
Anybody killer I aiming when the shit blow
Jumping your window finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone be who I flip on

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