Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
Este vato un chingo de feria
Listo !? Esta es la
Vamonos. dale

1: B-Real & Sen Dog]
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you talk about
Don't try nothin', if you me to the [?]
Don't say a word, be over, suicide
[?] out, where the (cash? Dash in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how seconds left before your ass is done (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, me somethin' new
This homie won't hesitate to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get your ass up), that's a boy
you rather put the cameras out for your [?]
Don't think about the strap up in your backpack
Cooperative when I leave you're alive
In fact, I only want cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your back
So settle down, I don't wanna let the spray
Lead the way, it up and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the
Hit the ride, my tires screechin' in the back

Sick Jacken]

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[Verse 2: & Sen Dog]
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we graspin' for more our pockets full
Layin' down the plot, for another pull
Smokin' up the while I quit, we're invincible
Jack your and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's just the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so down to play
by the odds we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] here we
outta site
Takin' it to other
Homie, go around the
Go in I kill the lights
up everything
Don't mean nothin' with a knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all until done
Fifty pounds, it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be tellin' hoes, leave up

Sick Jacken]