Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She the front door
She came
She and rambled
I came and over
No for conversations 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 the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
Don't need the Royce
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he loved niggas no joking

Everybody get a little bit
Seems you've been feeling that lately
gets a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
place at the wrong time
Wrong 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 this ain't you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some money, we'll 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, guess I say

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
keep knocking on my door though
Don't she know I'm in the mirror with a 44
get my head straight
She get the bed straight
No room to
KABOOM on the

Uhh me harta
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
Quien te cres eh? El muy
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que 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 gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I hate you)

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going pretty and this ain't 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 to fight in Pre-K?
Mama that ass for 3 days
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

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

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

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