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 on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the coming out the bote
I got a new jale in the noche
me your feria
In your pocket or carry ya
Off and ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The don't stop 'til I get done

I don't even need my gat
But shit's deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me money, jewelry and your keys
To the five-o outside on
Later, out with the '85
One-time got me on the
Trucha, and you don't stop I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You don't wanna turn back on me
you least expect it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
Taking out all my
it out, you're looking at the jefe
Of that clique the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get your ass out now 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
barrio to barrio
Looking for anybody, oh
Hanging out Mario
Looking for a place to hide on the West
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 your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke motherfucka in
Desperate, going on in the mente
Taking the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho to your padre

This is for the time you would me the jale
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 thought I had it all, figured it out for the
No will I be runnin'
thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'