Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She the front door
She came
She came and
I came and over
No time for conversations cold
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She love the hip hop and love my slick
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the Joyce
Don't need the Rolls
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades no lotion
Get this cracking
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy smoking
Like he loved smoking niggas no

get a little bit crazy
Seems like you've feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right at the wrong time
turn in my own mind
Right at the wrong 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 that ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme ya 'bout, when a nigga went crazy
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, a nigga went loco
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping knocking on my door though
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)
Quien te eh? El muy chingon?
(Date de lo que tienes)
Tu no nadien
(Ya no niño)
Todo lo que quieres hacer te mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a ass mutherfuckin' man)
Nadie te enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just leave me the alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

Everybody get a little bit
Seems like you've been feeling that
Everybody a little bit lonely
Keep breathing slowly
Right at the wrong time
turn in my own mind
Right place at the wrong
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 more money, we'll it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama whooped ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
okay, it's okay, guess I should say

In the black Benz speeding with my black gleaming
Out the
Tints low baby 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 though off of though
Anybody killer I aiming when the shit blow
Jumping through your window finna hit a lick
Thugging since the flip phone be who I flip on

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