Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She the front door
She came
She came and
I and rolled over
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
Like he loved niggas no joking

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit
Keep slowly slowly
Right place at the wrong
turn in my own mind
Right place at the wrong
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 time on an ignorant
Send me some money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme ya bout, when a nigga went loco
Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
get my head straight
She get the bed straight
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)
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 leave me the alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I hate you)

get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've been feeling that
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right place at the time
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 ain't 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 used to fight in
Mama whooped that ass for 3
at McDonald's for our birthday
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 the rent low
Been gone I don't need a I need a hit song tryna show the world a nigga

Been a schizo crip off of 65th though
Anybody killer I aiming when 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, what are you for?
We all waste away, what do you got in
We all waste away, cause I can't take much
We all waste away, rather be lost and
What my pastor say? Some that I don't believe
my master say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you away, razor on my sleeve
compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
so much to me"