Luyện nghe bài hát Loca

Know sick of all the same old thangs
Same club wit' the champagne
Backwoods, tryin' to your brain
Wit' a broke-ass nigga in the Range
You ain't nothin' but a vibrant
Ass too thick for your 5' 10"
Want to spend all night in your nine
Get to purrin' that liquor get to burnin'
Get it crackin', why you actin' like a
Where it come from, or the surgeon?
You for it, did you pray for it? Get twerkin'
And a nigga gotta sit and wait for it, is it it?
Why I ask when I know?
Don't mind me, already gone
Nigga not keep callin' ya phone
Have my dogs in the at his home

You know you drive me

Girl, you lookin' like out of King
Magazine, in the magazine
Hope a don't run up tweakin'
I'm tryna to have a good time evening
91 Freeway, eastbound,
Late night but the right, I need it
Mando, I'm the man though, you see it
Niggas kill me, so I gotta keep it
I ain't really into clubs, nightlife
Only it wit' the thugs, I ain't never did a drug
blowin' what I does, need your mind right
They won't catch a nigga at the stoplight
your life like?
Would you ride for a nigga, die for a
Court room lie for a
Switch up to set up a snitch on a
Maybe, still drive me crazy

You know you me crazy

Siempre estar en la calle gusta con
Amigos pendejo y nunca quieres estar en la casa
Tienes cosas que en la casa también
Siempre estar con ellos y nunca quieres estar conmigo what the fuck
Yo no sé que vas hacer, but you to get your shit together
Because a mi no me vas a tratar como otra pendeja estupido