Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna turn back on me
When you least it, I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout homeboys 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 thievery don't stop I get done

Sometimes I don't even my gat
But shit's deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me money, jewelry and your keys
To the outside on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You don't wanna turn back on me
When you expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
Taking out all my
Check it out, you're 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 robbery don't stop 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 with
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over there
And it don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

not down with us
Now they're for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn back on a vato like me
I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's on in the mente
from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that slipping borracho from 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, one to the kneecap
Things happened so fast now I my strap
Now I'm about to my maker
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No will I be runnin'
Last thing I heard was the gat hummin'