Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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

[Verse 1: B-Real & Sen
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I you pussies talk about
try nothin', if you lead 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 many seconds left before your ass is (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, me somethin' new
This homie here won't hesitate to put a in you
(Death threat, get your ass up), a good boy
Would you put the cameras out for your [?]
even think about the strap up in your backpack
Cooperative when I leave still alive
In fact, I only want your cash crop, not your jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your life
So settle down, I wanna let the metal spray
Lead the way, give it up and another day
Trees and sacks, backpack of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my screechin' in the back

[Chorus: Jacken]

[?]

[?]

[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we graspin' for with our pockets full
down the plot, blueprints for another pull
Smokin' up the while I quit, we're invincible
Jack spot and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to
Judgin' by the we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] we come
outta site
Takin' it to other
Homie, go the back
Go in when I kill the
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 it's done
pounds, smell it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be hoes, leave fucked up

[Chorus: Jacken]