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 for conversations cold shoulders
Outta my
She red wine
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the James
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight finna go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get this cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he smoking niggas no joking

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

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

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a went crazy
At the Marriott, having Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a went loco
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep on my door though
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
get my head straight
She tryna get the bed
No room to
KABOOM on the

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche abre 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 no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right 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
are going pretty great and this 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 used to in Pre-K?
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 skin gleaming
Out the
low baby come and see 'em where the rent low
Been gone I need a shrink 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 your finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I on

We all away, what are you looking for?
We all away, what do you got in store?
We all away, cause I can't take much more
We all waste away, be lost and poor
What my pastor say? Some shit I don't believe
What my master Nigga, you won't be free
Until you 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"