Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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

1: B-Real & Sen Dog]
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the 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, it'd be over,
[?] out, where the (cash? Dash in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how many left before your ass is done (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, me somethin' new
This homie here hesitate to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get your ass up), a good boy
Would you put the cameras out for your [?]
Don't even think about the strap up in backpack
when I leave you're still alive
In fact, I want your cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not life back
So settle down, I don't 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 tires screechin' in the

Sick Jacken]

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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 while I quit, we're invincible
Jack your and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's around the way
for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to play
Judgin' by the we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] here we
Grippin' site
it to other heights
Homie, go the back
Go in I kill 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 until done
Fifty pounds, it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', be tellin' hoes, leave fucked up

[Chorus: Jacken]