Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I with a wicked method
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
me your feria
In pocket or they'll carry ya
Off and ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't 'til I get done

Sometimes I even need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I
Blast 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and your
To the five-o outside on
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 don't wanna turn back on me
When you least expect it, I got keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
Taking out all my
it out, you're looking at the jefe
Of clique with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get ass out now you're passing out
When you look at the
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
Looking for anybody, oh
Hanging out Mario
for a place to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over right
And it don't 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

One-time's not down us
Now they're for my ride, but I'm on the bus
turn your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke in need
Desperate, what's going on in the
Taking from the rich and not from my
Look at that gabacho slipping from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale,
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 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 will I be
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'