Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She the front door
She came
She and rambled
I came and rolled
No time for cold shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I the James Joyce
need the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat
Sick of these rapper stealing my
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades no lotion
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy loved
Like he smoking niggas 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 place at the wrong
Got in my own mind

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are pretty 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 used to fight in
whooped that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep on my door 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
on the sink

Uhh me harta
(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 grown ass man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I hate you)

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

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

In the black Benz with my black 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 song tryna the world a nigga

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

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