Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna turn your 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 jale in the noche
me your feria
In your or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The don't stop 'til I get done

Sometimes I even need my gat
But shit's getting and I gotta
Blast back 2 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me that money, jewelry and keys
To the five-o on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
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 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, looking at the jefe
Of that clique the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get ass out now you're passing out
When you 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 with
Looking for a to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over right
And it stop 'til I'm done
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 your back on a like me
I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's going on in the
Taking from the and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the
He's sipping, no me vale,
pray 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, one to the kneecap
Things so fast now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to my maker
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'