Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

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

I don't even need my gat
But getting deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 1 robbery 1 robbery
jacking is my hobby
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 don't 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got keys
In my possession with my an' Wesson
Taking out all my
Check it out, you're looking at the
Of that with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get your ass out now you're out
When you look at the
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
barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh
out with Mario
Looking for a place to on the West side
got my back over there right
And it stop 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

One-time's not down us
Now lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
turn your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's going on in the
Taking from the rich and not from my
Look at gabacho slipping borracho from the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho to your 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, took one to the
Things so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'