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 bout your homeboys on ya
It's the the locote out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the
Give me your
In your or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop 'til I get

Sometimes I don't need my gat
But shit's getting and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and keys
To the outside on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't 'til I'm done
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 possession with my an' Wesson
out all my aggression
Check it out, you're at the jefe
Of that clique with the big bad
I you a lesson, no question
Get ass out now you're passing out
When you at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

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

One-time's not with 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 broke motherfucka in
Desperate, what's going on in the
Taking from the rich and not my gente
Look at gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to padre

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 fast now I dropped my
Now I'm about to meet my
I thought I had it all, figured it out for the
No longer I be runnin'
Last thing I heard was the fuckin' gat