Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
Este vato un chingo de feria
Listo !? Esta es la
Vamonos. Solo

[Verse 1: B-Real & Sen
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 talk
try nothin', if you lead me to the [?]
Don't say a word, be over, suicide
[?] smoked out, 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 homie here 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 up in your backpack
Cooperative when I leave you're alive
In fact, I only 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, it up and live another day
and sacks, backpack full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my tires screechin' in the

Sick Jacken]

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[?]

[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we for more with our pockets full
Layin' down the plot, blueprints for another
Smokin' up the spot while I quit, invincible
Jack your spot and we take your and run
Got my eye on my [?], it's just the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so down to play
Judgin' by the we can hit it and lets hondalē
[?] here we
Grippin' outta
it to other heights
Homie, go the back
Go in when I the lights
up everything
Don't nothin' with 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, yeah we up
Easy pickin', don't be tellin' hoes, leave up

[Chorus: Jacken]