Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

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 straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my talk
head then begged the boy to crip walk
I the James Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I need a straight jacket finna go bat
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades with no
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy loved
he loved smoking niggas no joking

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
Right place at the time
turn in my own mind
Right place at the time
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 on an ignorant fuck
me some more money, we'll laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we to fight in Pre-K?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
tell ya bout, when a nigga went loco
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
get my head straight
She get the bed straight
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 eres
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te sale mal, eres un no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te toma
(I fuckin' hate you, leave me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I hate you)

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

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

In the black Benz speeding with my black skin
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 the world a nigga

Been a crip though off of 65th though
Anybody killer I ain't aiming the shit blow
Jumping through your finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone 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 and poor
my pastor say? Some shit that I don't believe
What my master Nigga, you won't be free
Until you pass away, razor on my
compensate, this pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You so much to me
Mean so to me"