Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I come with a wicked
I'm creepin' on ya, think your homeboys bleeding on ya
the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jacking in the noche
me your feria
In your pocket or they'll ya
Off and ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop I get done

Sometimes I don't even my gat
But shit's deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my
Give me that money, jewelry and keys
To the five-o on deez
Later, out with the '85
One-time got me on the
Trucha, and you stop 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You wanna turn your back on me
When you least it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
out all my aggression
Check it out, you're looking at the
Of that with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get your ass out now you're out
When you look at the
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The don't stop 'til I get done
Some do this shit for fun
Now the got me on the run
barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh
out with Mario
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over there
And it stop 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

One-time's not down us
Now lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's on in the mente
from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to padre

is for the time you would give me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
ol' motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on, took one to the
Things so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to my maker
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer I be runnin'
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'