Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
las pilas gwey?..
Este vato un chingo de feria
!? Esta es la mascara
Vamonos. Solo

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

Sick Jacken]

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[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
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 while I quit, we're invincible
Jack spot and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], just around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to
Judgin' by the odds we can hit it and lets
[?] here we
Grippin' site
Takin' it to heights
Homie, go the back
Go in when I the lights
up everything
Don't mean nothin' a fuckin' knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all it's done
Fifty pounds, smell it all around, we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be hoes, leave fucked up

[Chorus: Jacken]