Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna turn back on me
When you least expect it, I come with a method
I'm on ya, think bout your homeboys bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the
I got a new jale in the noche
me your feria
In pocket or they'll 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 thievery 1 robbery 1
'Cuz jacking is my
Give me that money, and your keys
To the five-o on deez
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 wanna turn your back on me
you least expect it, I got your keys
In my with my Smith an' Wesson
out all my aggression
Check it out, you're looking at the
Of that with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get ass out now you're passing out
you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The don't stop 'til I get done
Some 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 place to on the West side
Spank got my back there 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
Don't turn your back on a vato me
'Cause I'm one motherfucka in need
Desperate, going on in the mente
Taking 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 give 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'