Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
Este vato tiene un 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 with the quickness up
for the crop, and I heard you pussies talk about
Don't try nothin', if you me to the [?]
Don't say a word, it'd be over,
[?] smoked out, the (cash? Dash 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
homie here won't 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
Cooperative I leave you're still alive
In fact, I only want your cash crop, not your jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not life back
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, hear my screechin' in the back

[Chorus: Sick

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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 spot while I quit, we're
Jack your and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], just around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's to play
Judgin' by the odds we can hit it and lets
[?] here we
outta site
Takin' it to heights
Homie, go the back
Go in when I the lights
up everything
Don't mean nothin' with a fuckin'
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all until it's
pounds, smell it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', be tellin' hoes, leave fucked up

Sick Jacken]