Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

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

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

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

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

Uhh me tienes
(Pinche abre los ojos)
te cres eh? El muy chingon?
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que hacer te sale mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te toma
(I fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, vete a la chingada me caes
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

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

It's okay, hey Vince, 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 more money, we'll it all up
Hey, how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
Parties at for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

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

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

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