Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then paint the Van
She rang the door
She came
She and rambled
I came and over
No for conversations cold shoulders
Outta my
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I need a straight finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper stealing my
Tryna run with the penmanship
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy smoking
Like he loved smoking niggas no

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

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

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt Cobain
Lemme tell ya bout, when a went loco
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep on my door though
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my head
She tryna get the bed
No room to
KABOOM on the

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

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

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

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

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

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