Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She rang the door
She commando
She and rambled
I and rolled over
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
Give head then begged the boy to crip
I write the James
Don't need the Royce
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta gone
with no lotion
Get shit cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he loved smoking no joking

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

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

tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
Housekeeping knocking on my door though
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my head
She tryna get the bed
No room to
on the sink

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
Quien te cres eh? El muy
(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 hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I fuckin' you)

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an fuck
Send me some money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

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

Been a schizo though off of 65th though
Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the blow
through 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 away, rather be lost and poor
What my say? Some shit that I don't believe
my master say? 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 so much to me
so much to me"