Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
Then the Van Gogh
She rang the front
She came
She came and
I came and over
No time for conversations shoulders
Outta my
She red wine
She bitch bourgeois straight from Dubai
She love the hip hop and my slick talk
Give head then begged the boy to crip
I the James Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a straight finna go bat shit
Sick of these rapper my swagger
run with the penmanship practiced
Gangsta Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
Crack his jaw
Crack in my
Daddy loved
Like he loved smoking niggas no

Everybody get a little bit
like you've been feeling that lately
Everybody gets a bit lonely
Keep slowly slowly
place 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 ain't you need
Don't need to your time 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 ass for 3 days
at McDonald's for our birthday
It's okay, it's okay, I should say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a went crazy
At the Marriott, Kurt Cobain dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a went loco
Ace hotel shoulda stayed at the
Housekeeping keep on my door though
Don't she I'm staring in the mirror with a 44
Tryna get my head
She tryna get the bed
No to think
on the sink

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

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

okay, hey Vince, it's me
Things are going pretty great and this ain't you need
Don't need to waste your on an ignorant fuck
Send me some more money, we'll it all up
Hey, how we used to fight in Pre-K?
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 skin gleaming
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 show the a nigga

Been a schizo crip off of 65th though
Anybody I ain't aiming when the shit blow
Jumping through window finna hit a lick mode
Thugging since the phone don't be who I flip on

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