Luyện nghe bài hát Locos

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Orale
Pontes las gwey?..
Este vato tiene un chingo de
Listo !? Esta es la
Vamonos. dale

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

[Chorus: Jacken]

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

[Chorus: Sick