Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She came
She came and
I and rolled over
No time for cold shoulders
Outta my
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the James
need the Rolls Royce
I need a straight finna go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades no lotion
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he smoking niggas no joking

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going pretty and this ain't what you need
Don't need to your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama that 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 crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga loco
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping knocking on my door though
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror a 44
Tryna get my straight
She get the bed straight
No room to
KABOOM on the

Uhh me harta
(Pinche abre los ojos)
Quien te eh? El muy chingon?
(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)
Nadie te toma
(I fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems you've been feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right place at the wrong
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
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

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

Been a schizo crip though off of 65th
Anybody killer I ain't aiming the shit blow
Jumping through your finna hit a lick mode
since 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, cause I can't take much
We all waste away, be lost and poor
What my pastor say? shit that I don't believe
What my master say? Nigga, you won't be
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"