Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She the front door
She commando
She and rambled
I came and rolled
No for conversations cold shoulders
Outta my
She red wine
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give then begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he loved smoking niggas no

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like been feeling that lately
gets a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right at the wrong time
turn in my own mind
Right place at the wrong
Got lost in my own

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are pretty great and this ain't what you need
Don't to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama whooped that ass for 3
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga loco
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
keep knocking on my door though
Don't she know I'm staring in the mirror a 44
Tryna get my straight
She get the bed straight
No to think
on the sink

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche baboso los ojos)
Quien te cres eh? El muy
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no nada
(You're a grown ass man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems like you've been feeling lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right place at the wrong
Wrong in my own mind
Right place at the wrong
Got lost in my own

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are pretty great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant
Send me more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

In the black Benz speeding with my skin gleaming
Out the
Tints low baby come and see 'em the rent low
Been gone I don't need a shrink I need a hit tryna show the world a nigga

Been a schizo crip though off of 65th
Anybody killer I ain't aiming the shit blow
Jumping through window finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I on

We all waste away, are you looking for?
We all away, what do you got in store?
We all away, cause I can't take much more
We all waste away, be lost and poor
What my pastor say? shit that I don't believe
my master say? Nigga, you won't be free
Until you away, razor on my sleeve
Tryna compensate, this pain, it run so
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
so much to me"