Luyện nghe bài hát Mi Vida Loca

Hey vato, that shit was pretty dope, A! But uh, kick another for
The
Homeboys, A! Kid
Alright look man. I'm gonna the first verse, but for the

Of this shit man you're gonna have to for hour three loco. Mi

Loca!
Listen, Listen, Garcia

Mi Loca, my crazy life
And as I how crazy my life is
Or should I say my before
I the doors
To the of show biz
I was a kid
I never a second thought to the things I did
to get up off on them fools who run up
Down for any situation that come up
Zero tolerance means I put up with nada
I'm rolling on the boulevard the raza
If you were cool, I was cool,
Trip, I act the fool
School you quicker than your school
No split decision I straight beat ya
With bare hands I grab you around throat and choke ya
Don't mess with my life, mi vida loca
My life
At the age of twelve I started a knife
Back then, was all but fun
At the age of I started packing a gun
It was a .32
And there was no way in hell I would ever let a
Dumb punk sissy start talking
Or work with a smirk and peel cap
Quicker than your ass peel an orange
Give me a reason any little boy it's on
It's that I'm not afraid to provoke ya
My crazy life, mi loca
(Listen) mi loca (listen, listen)

Chicano groove, thang
Make you move, make you sing, la
So let's it cool, don't you know
Ghetto band, soul, la vida