Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

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

Sometimes I don't even my gat
But shit's getting and I gotta
back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my
Give me money, jewelry and your keys
To the outside on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
One-time got me on the
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 it, I got your keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
Taking out all my
Check it out, you're at the jefe
Of clique 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 don't stop 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 to hide on the West side
Spank got my back over right
And it don't stop I'm done
Now the got me on the run

One-time's not down us
Now they're 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
from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that 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 happened so 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 I be runnin'
thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'