Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She came
She and rambled
I and rolled over
No for conversations cold shoulders
Outta my
She outta red
She woozy bitch straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
Give then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
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
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right at the wrong time
Wrong turn in my own
Right at the wrong time
Got lost in my own

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this ain't you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll 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, okay, guess I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my though
Don't she know I'm staring in the with a 44
get my head straight
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)
lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems you've been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit
Keep breathing slowly
place 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 what you need
Don't need to waste your on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

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

Been a crip though off of 65th 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, do you got in store?
We all waste away, I can't take much more
We all waste away, rather be lost and
What my say? Some shit that I don't believe
What my say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you away, razor on my sleeve
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so
"But you a star," they say, "You mean so to me
Mean so to me"