Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

You wanna turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I come with a wicked
I'm creepin' on ya, think bout your bleeding on ya
the the locote coming out the bote
I got a new jale in the noche
Give me feria
In your pocket or carry ya
Off and ya in the Eastside area
4 and 3 and 2 and 1
The thievery don't stop 'til I get

I don't even need my gat
But shit's getting and I gotta
back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz jacking is my
Give me that money, and your keys
To the five-o outside on
Later, out the '85 Mustang
One-time got me on the
Trucha, and you don't stop I'm done
Now the got me on the run

You don't wanna your back on me
When you least it, I got your keys
In my possession with my an' Wesson
Taking out all my
Check it out, you're at the jefe
Of clique with the big bad trece
I teach you a lesson, no
Get ass out now you're passing out
When you at the cuete
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

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

One-time's not down us
Now lookin' for my ride, but I'm on the bus
turn your back on a vato like me
'Cause I'm one motherfucka in need
Desperate, what's going on in the
Taking from the and not from my gente
Look at that gabacho slipping from the cerveza
He's sipping, no me vale,
Gabacho pray to padre

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 about to meet my
I thought I had it all, figured it out for the
No longer I be runnin'
Last thing I was the fuckin' gat hummin'