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

[Verse 1: & Sen Dog]
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door 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
[?] smoked out, where the (cash? in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how seconds left before your ass is done (click-clack)
Now you the sound, tell me somethin' new
This homie here 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 about the strap up in your backpack
Cooperative when I leave you're still
In fact, I only want cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your back
So down, I don't wanna let the metal spray
Lead the way, it up and live another day
Trees and sacks, backpack of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my tires in the back

[Chorus: 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 I quit, we're invincible
Jack your spot and we take your and run
Got my eye on my [?], just around the way
for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to play
Judgin' by the we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] we come
outta site
Takin' it to other
Homie, go around the
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]