Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She commando
She and rambled
I and rolled over
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She outta red
She woozy bitch bourgeois straight Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head then the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight jacket go bat shit
of these rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
Gangsta gone
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy smoking
Like he smoking niggas no joking

get a little bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a little bit
Keep slowly slowly
Right at the wrong time
Wrong turn in my own
Right at the wrong time
Got lost in my own

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

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga crazy
At the Marriott, Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, a nigga went loco
Ace shoulda stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep knocking on my door
she know I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my head
She get the bed straight
No to think
on the sink

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

Everybody get a bit crazy
Seems like you've been feeling lately
Everybody gets a little bit
breathing slowly slowly
Right place at the wrong
Wrong in my own mind
Right at the wrong time
Got in my own mind

It's okay, hey Vince, 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?
Mama whooped that ass for 3
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 and see 'em where the rent low
Been gone I need a shrink I need a hit song 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 finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the flip phone don't be who I on

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