Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She the front door
She commando
She came and
I came and rolled
No for conversations cold shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give then begged the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
Tryna run the penmanship practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades no lotion
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy loved
he loved smoking niggas no joking

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

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 ignorant
Send me some money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama whooped 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, Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my head
She get the bed straight
No room to
on the sink

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

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

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

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

We all waste away, what are you for?
We all waste away, what do you got in
We all waste away, cause I can't take much
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
you pass away, razor on my sleeve
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
so much to me"