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 time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bitch bourgeois from Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I need a straight finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run with the penmanship
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking no joking

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
turn in my own mind
Right place at the wrong
Got in my own mind

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going pretty and this ain't what you need
Don't to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll 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

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

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

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems like you've been feeling that
Everybody gets a little bit
breathing slowly slowly
Right place at the time
Wrong turn in my own
Right place at the wrong
Got lost in my own

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 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 for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

In the black Benz with my black skin gleaming
Out the
Tints low baby 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 crip though off of 65th though
Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the blow
Jumping through your window hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone be who I flip on

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