Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She came
She and rambled
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
Outta my
She outta red
She bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy smoking
Like he loved smoking no joking

get a little bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
gets a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right place at the wrong
turn in my own mind
Right at the wrong time
Got in my own mind

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

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

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche abre 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 fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going great and this ain't what you need
Don't to waste your time on an ignorant 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, I should say

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

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

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