Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She commando
She came and
I and rolled over
No time for conversations cold
Outta my
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to crip
I the James Joyce
need the Rolls Royce
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking niggas no

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been feeling that
gets a little bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right at the wrong time
turn in my own mind
Right 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 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
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went
At the Marriott, having Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a went loco
Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the
Housekeeping keep knocking on my though
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my straight
She tryna get the bed
No room to
KABOOM on the

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche abre los ojos)
te cres eh? El muy chingon?
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
te toma enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right at the wrong time
Wrong in my own mind
Right place at the 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 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 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 the rent low
Been gone I don't a shrink I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga

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

We all away, what are you looking for?
We all away, what do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I can't much more
We all away, rather be lost and poor
What my pastor say? Some shit that I believe
What my 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"