Luyện nghe bài hát Loco [Explicit]

I the 44
paint the Van Gogh
She rang the door
She came
She came and
I came and over
No time for conversations shoulders
my mind
She red wine
She woozy bourgeois straight from Dubai
She the hip hop and love my slick talk
Give head begged the boy to crip walk
I write the Joyce
Don't the Rolls Royce
I need a jacket finna go bat shit
Sick of rapper stealing my swagger
Tryna run with the practiced
gone Gatsby
Fades with no
Get this shit
his jaw open
Crack in my
loved smoking
Like he smoking niggas no joking

get a little bit crazy
Seems like been feeling that lately
Everybody a little bit lonely
breathing slowly slowly
Right at the wrong time
Wrong in my own mind
Right place at the time
Got lost in my own

okay, hey Vince, it's 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, we'll it all up
Hey, how we used to fight in Pre-K?
Mama that ass for 3 days
Parties at McDonald's for our
It's okay, it's okay, guess I say

Lemme tell ya 'bout, when a nigga went
At the Marriott, having Kurt dreams
Lemme tell ya bout, when a nigga went
Ace hotel shoulda at the Soho
keep 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
on the sink

Uhh me harta
(Pinche abre los ojos)
Quien te 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 leave me the alone)
Sabes que, vete a la me caes gordo
(Pinche desgraciado)
vato pendejo
(I fuckin' you)

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

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

In the black Benz speeding with my black skin
Out the
Tints low baby come and see 'em where the low
Been gone I don't need a shrink I a hit song tryna show the world a nigga

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

We all away, what are you looking for?
We all waste away, do you got in store?
We all waste away, cause I take much more
We all away, rather be lost and poor
What my pastor say? Some shit I don't believe
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"