Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She came
She and rambled
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
head then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Royce
I need a straight jacket finna go bat
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
Gangsta gone
with no lotion
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
he loved smoking niggas no joking

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and ain't what you need
Don't need to your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight 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, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, a nigga went loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my head
She tryna get the bed
No to think
KABOOM on the

Uhh me harta
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
Quien te 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, leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
breathing slowly 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 going pretty great and this ain't what you
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me more 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, guess I say

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

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

We all waste away, what are you looking
We all waste away, do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I can't 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 won't be
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"