Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She commando
She and rambled
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
Outta my
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give head begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta gone
with no lotion
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
Like he smoking niggas no joking

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, a nigga went crazy
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
she know I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my straight
She get the bed straight
No to think
KABOOM on the

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche baboso 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, eres un estupido no nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te toma
(I hate you, just leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are pretty great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste time on an ignorant fuck
me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to in Pre-K?
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

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

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

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