Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She came
She came and
I came and over
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight from
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head begged the boy to crip walk
I write the James
need the Rolls Royce
I a straight jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of these stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
Fades no lotion
Get this cracking
his jaw open
Crack in my
Daddy loved
Like he smoking niggas no joking

get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've been that lately
Everybody gets a little bit
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 going pretty great and ain't what you need
Don't need to waste your time on an ignorant
Send me some more money, we'll 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

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

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

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like been feeling that lately
gets 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

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

In the black Benz with my black skin gleaming
Out the
low baby come and see 'em where 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 off of 65th though
Anybody killer I ain't aiming when the blow
Jumping through your window hit a lick mode
Thugging the flip phone don't be who I flip on

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