Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna your back on me
When you least expect it, I with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your bleeding on ya
It's the the locote coming out the
I got a new jale jacking in the
me your feria
In your or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the Eastside
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't 'til I get done

Sometimes I even need my gat
But shit's getting deep and I
Blast 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
me that 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 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You don't wanna turn back on me
When you least expect it, I got keys
In my possession with my Smith an'
out all my aggression
Check it out, looking at the jefe
Of clique with the big bad trece
I you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now passing out
you look at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The don't stop '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 with
Looking for a place to hide on the West
Spank got my back there right
And it don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

not down with us
Now lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one broke in need
Desperate, what's on in the mente
Taking from the and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho the cerveza
sipping, no me vale, madre
Gabacho pray to 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, one to the kneecap
Things happened so now I dropped my strap
Now I'm about to meet my
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'