Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

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

Sometimes I don't even my gat
But shit's deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
me that money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o on deez
Later, out with the '85
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 wanna turn your on me
When you least it, I got your keys
In my with my Smith an' Wesson
Taking out all my
Check it out, you're looking at the
Of clique with the big bad trece
I you a lesson, no question
Get ass out now you're passing out
you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The robbery don't stop 'til I get
Some niggas do this for fun
Now the got me on the run
From barrio to
for anybody, oh Cesario
Hanging out Mario
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my over there right
And it stop '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 turn your back on a 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 that slipping borracho from the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to your

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
Things happened so now I dropped my strap
Now I'm to meet my maker
I thought I had it all, it out for the paper
No will I be runnin'
thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'