Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She rang the front
She came
She and rambled
I and rolled over
No time for cold shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I write the James
Don't need the Rolls
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
gone Gatsby
Fades no lotion
Get shit cracking
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking no joking

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going great and this 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 used to in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
tell ya bout, when a nigga went loco
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping knocking on my door though
Don't she know I'm staring in the with a 44
get my head straight
She get the bed straight
No to think
on the sink

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 hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
te toma enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche vato
(I fuckin' you)

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

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 ignorant
me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

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

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

We all waste away, what are you for?
We all waste away, do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I can't much more
We all away, rather be lost and poor
What my pastor say? Some shit that I don't
What my say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you away, razor on my sleeve
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
Mean so to me"