Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She came
She came and
I came and rolled
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
need the Rolls Royce
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run the penmanship practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy smoking
he loved smoking niggas no joking

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this what you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to in Pre-K?
Mama that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, a nigga went loco
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 tryna get the bed
No to think
on the sink

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

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going great and this 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, 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, guess I say

In the black Benz speeding with my skin gleaming
Out the
Tints low baby and see 'em where the rent low
Been gone I need a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga

Been a schizo crip though off of though
Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the shit
Jumping through your window hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip 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 waste away, rather be and poor
What my pastor say? Some that I don't believe
What my 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
Mean so to me"