Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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

[Verse 1: & Sen Dog]
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door 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, it'd be over,
[?] smoked out, where the (cash? 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, tell me new
This here 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 still alive
In fact, I only want your crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not life back
So settle down, I don't wanna let the spray
Lead the way, give it up and another day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the
Hit the ride, hear my tires screechin' in the

[Chorus: Sick

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

[Chorus: Sick