Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She commando
She came and
I came and over
No for conversations cold shoulders
Outta my
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
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 jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades with no
Get shit cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking niggas no

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are pretty great and this ain't what 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?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at McDonald's for our
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, a nigga went loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
keep knocking on my door though
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 tienes
(Pinche abre los ojos)
Quien te cres eh? El muy
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no eres
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te toma
(I fuckin' hate you, leave me the fuck alone)
que, vete a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste time 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
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

In the black Benz speeding with my black gleaming
Out the
Tints low baby come and see 'em 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 ain't aiming when the blow
Jumping through window finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the phone don't be who I flip on

We all away, what are you looking for?
We all waste away, do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I take much more
We all waste away, rather be lost and
What my pastor say? Some shit that I believe
my master say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you pass away, razor on my
compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," say, "You mean so much to me
Mean so to me"