Luyện nghe bài hát Loco

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She commando
She and rambled
I came and rolled
No time for cold shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to walk
I write the James
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper my swagger
Tryna run the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
with no lotion
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
in my system
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking niggas no

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are going great and this ain't what you need
Don't need to your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to in Pre-K?
Mama that ass for 3 days
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
tell ya bout, when a nigga went loco
Ace hotel stayed at the Soho
Housekeeping keep on my door though
Don't she know I'm staring in the with a 44
Tryna get my straight
She get the bed straight
No room to
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 mal, eres un estupido no sabes nada
(You're a grown ass man)
te toma enserio
(I fuckin' hate you, just me the fuck alone)
Sabes que, a la chingada me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
Pinche pendejo
(I hate you)

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

It's okay, hey Vince, me
Things are pretty great and this ain't what you need
need to waste your time on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, laugh it all up
Hey, remember how we used to fight in
Mama that ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, okay, guess I should say

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

Been a schizo crip though off of though
Anybody killer I ain't when the shit blow
through your window finna hit a lick mode
Thugging the flip phone don't be who I flip on

We all waste away, are you looking 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 that I believe
What my master say? Nigga, you won't be
Until you pass away, razor on my
Tryna compensate, pain, it run so deep
"But you a star," they say, "You mean so to me
so much to me"