Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
vato tiene un chingo de feria
Listo !? es la mascara
Vamonos. Solo

[Verse 1: B-Real & Sen
and four, and three, and two, and one
And we through the door with the quickness up
Looking for the crop, and I heard you pussies talk
Don't try nothin', if you me to the [?]
Don't say a word, it'd be over,
[?] out, where the (cash? Dash in the room)
and four, and three, and two, and one
That's how seconds left before your ass is done (click-clack)
Now you heard the sound, me somethin' new
This homie here won't hesitate to put a in you
(Death threat, get ass up), that's a good boy
Would you rather put the cameras out for [?]
Don't think about the strap up in your backpack
Cooperative when I leave you're still
In fact, I want your cash crop, not your life jack'
(you can get [?] crop), but not your back
So settle down, I don't wanna let the spray
Lead the way, give it up and another day
Trees and sacks, backpack of cash, out the door
Hit the ride, my tires screechin' in the back

Sick Jacken]

[?]

[?]

[Verse 2: B-Real & Sen
and dough, and hoes, and hit and run
As we for more with our pockets full
Layin' the plot, blueprints for another pull
Smokin' up the spot while I quit, we're
Jack your spot and we take shit and run
Got my eye on my [?], just around the way
Searchin' for the dogs, no guards, so it's down to
Judgin' by the odds we can hit it and lets
[?] here we
Grippin' site
Takin' it to heights
Homie, go around the
Go in when I the lights
Sack up
Don't mean with a fuckin' knife
and four, and three, and two, and one
Now we in the buildin', take it all until it's
Fifty pounds, it all around, yeah we comin' up
Easy pickin', don't be tellin' hoes, fucked up

[Chorus: Jacken]