Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
las pilas gwey?..
Este tiene un chingo de feria
!? Esta es la mascara
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
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 left before your ass is (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, tell me new
This homie here hesitate 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 up in your backpack
Cooperative when I leave you're still
In fact, I want your cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your back
So settle down, I don't wanna let the metal
Lead the way, give it up and live day
Trees and sacks, full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, my tires screechin' in the back

[Chorus: Sick

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[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we graspin' for more with our full
Layin' the plot, blueprints for another pull
up the spot 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 to play
Judgin' by the we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] we come
Grippin' site
it to other heights
Homie, go the back
Go in I kill the lights
Sack up
Don't mean nothin' with a knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', it all until it's done
Fifty pounds, it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', be tellin' hoes, leave fucked up

Sick Jacken]