Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna your back on me
When you least it, I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think your homeboys bleeding on ya
the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale in the noche
me your feria
In your or they'll 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 need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I
Blast back 2 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and keys
To the five-o outside on
Later, out the '85 Mustang
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm
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 my Smith an' Wesson
Taking out all my
Check it out, you're looking at the
Of that clique the big bad trece
I you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're out
When you at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The robbery don't 'til I get done
niggas do this shit for fun
Now the got me on the run
barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh
Hanging out Mario
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my over there right
And it don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

One-time's not down 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
from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale,
Gabacho to your padre

This is for the time you give 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 fast now I my strap
Now I'm to meet my maker
I thought I had it all, it out for the paper
No longer I be runnin'
Last I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'