Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna turn your on me
When you least expect it, I come with a wicked
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the
I got a new jacking in the noche
Give me feria
In your pocket or carry ya
Off and bury ya in the area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The don't stop 'til I get done

I don't even need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I
back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my
Give me money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on
Later, out with the '85
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

You don't wanna turn back on me
you least expect it, I got your keys
In my with my Smith an' Wesson
out all my aggression
Check it out, looking at the jefe
Of that clique with the big bad
I you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're out
When you at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The don't stop 'til I get done
niggas do this shit for fun
Now the got me on the run
From to barrio
for anybody, oh Cesario
Hanging out with
Looking for a place to on the West side
got my back over there right
And it stop 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

not down with us
Now lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in
Desperate, going on in the mente
Taking the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping from the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your

This is for the time you would give me the
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
ol' motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on, one to the kneecap
Things happened so now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my
I thought I had it all, it out for the paper
No longer will I be
thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'