Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
Este vato un chingo de feria
Listo !? Esta es la
Vamonos. dale

1: B-Real & Sen Dog]
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we smash through the door with the up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you pussies about
try nothin', if you lead me to the [?]
Don't say a word, be over, suicide
[?] smoked out, where the (cash? in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how many seconds left before your ass is (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, tell me new
This here won't hesitate to put a hole in you
(Death threat, get ass up), that's a good boy
you rather put the cameras out for your [?]
Don't even think about the strap up in backpack
Cooperative I leave you're still alive
In fact, I only want your cash crop, not your jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your life
So settle down, I don't wanna let the metal
the way, give it up and live another day
Trees and sacks, full of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, hear my screechin' in the back

[Chorus: Jacken]

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[Verse 2: & Sen Dog]
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we graspin' for with our pockets full
Layin' down the plot, for another pull
Smokin' up the spot while I quit, we're
Jack your and we take your shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], just around the way
for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to play
Judgin' by the odds we can hit it and hondalē
[?] we come
Grippin' site
Takin' it to other
Homie, go the back
Go in I kill the lights
Sack up
Don't mean nothin' with a fuckin'
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all until done
pounds, smell it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be tellin' hoes, fucked up

[Chorus: Sick