Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

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

Sometimes I don't need my gat
But getting deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1
'Cuz jacking is my
Give me that money, and your keys
To the five-o on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you stop 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

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

The robbery stop 'til I get done
Some niggas do this for fun
Now the got me on the run
From barrio to
Looking for anybody, oh
Hanging out Mario
Looking for a place to hide on the side
Spank got my over there right
And it don't 'til 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
turn your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke 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,
Gabacho pray to your

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, took one to the
Things so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm to meet my maker
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be
Last thing I heard was the gat hummin'