Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You don't wanna turn your on me
When you expect it, I come with a wicked method
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your bleeding on ya
It's the the locote out the bote
I got a new jale jacking in the
Give me feria
In your or they'll carry ya
Off and bury ya in the area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't 'til I get done

Sometimes I even need my gat
But getting deep and I gotta
Blast back 2 thievery 1 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my
Give me that money, jewelry and keys
To the outside on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you stop 'til I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You wanna turn your back on me
When you least it, I got your keys
In my possession with my an' Wesson
Taking out all my
it out, you're looking at the jefe
Of that clique the big bad trece
I you a lesson, no question
Get ass out now you're passing out
When you at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

The robbery don't stop 'til I get
niggas do this shit for fun
Now the got me on the run
From barrio to
Looking for anybody, oh
Hanging out Mario
Looking for a place to hide on the side
got my back over there right
And it don't stop I'm done
Now the got me on the run

One-time's not with us
Now lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
Don't turn your on a vato like me
I'm one broke motherfucka in need
Desperate, going on in the mente
from the rich and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping borracho from the
He's sipping, no me vale,
Gabacho pray to your

This is for the time you would me the jale
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
ol' motherfucker, got him a gun
Bla-on, took one to the
Things happened so fast now I my strap
Now I'm to meet my maker
I I had it all, figured it out for the paper
No longer will I be
thing I heard was the fuckin' gat hummin'