Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
vato tiene un chingo de feria
Listo !? es la mascara
Vamonos. dale

[Verse 1: & Sen Dog]
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the with the quickness up
for the crop, and I heard you pussies talk about
Don't try nothin', if you me to the [?]
say a word, it'd be over, suicide
[?] out, where the (cash? Dash in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how many seconds left before ass is done (click-clack)
Now you the sound, tell me somethin' new
This here won't hesitate to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get ass up), that's a good boy
Would you rather put the cameras out for [?]
Don't even think about the strap up in your
Cooperative I leave 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 wanna let the metal spray
Lead the way, give it up and another day
and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, my tires screechin' in the back

Sick Jacken]

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[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we graspin' for more our pockets full
Layin' down the plot, blueprints for another
Smokin' up the spot while I quit, invincible
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 to play
by the odds we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] we come
Grippin' outta
it to other heights
Homie, go the back
Go in when I kill the
Sack up
Don't mean nothin' a fuckin' knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all until it's
Fifty pounds, smell it all around, we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be hoes, leave fucked up

Sick Jacken]