Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna your back on me
When you least expect it, I come with a method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the
I got a new jacking in the noche
Give me feria
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 'til I get done

Sometimes I don't even my gat
But getting deep and I gotta
Blast 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the outside on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
One-time got me on the
Trucha, and you don't 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

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

The robbery 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
out with Mario
Looking for a place to hide on the West
Spank got my back over right
And it don't stop 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 your on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's on in the mente
Taking from the rich and not my gente
at that gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale,
pray to your padre

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