Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
Este tiene un chingo de feria
Listo !? 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 heard you pussies 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
homie here won't hesitate to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get your ass up), a good boy
you rather put the cameras out for your [?]
Don't even think about the strap up in your
when I leave you're still alive
In fact, I only want cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your back
So settle down, I don't wanna let the spray
Lead the way, give it up and live day
Trees and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the
Hit the ride, hear my tires in the back

[Chorus: Sick

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[Verse 2: & Sen Dog]
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we graspin' for more with our full
down the plot, blueprints for another pull
Smokin' up the spot I quit, we're invincible
your spot and we take your 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 odds we can hit it and hondalē
[?] here we
Grippin' site
it to other heights
Homie, go the back
Go in when I kill the
Sack up
mean nothin' with a fuckin' knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all until done
pounds, smell it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be tellin' hoes, leave up

[Chorus: Jacken]