Luyện nghe bài hát Locotes

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

I don't even need my gat
But getting deep and I gotta
back 2 thievery 1 robbery 1 robbery
'Cuz is my hobby
Give me money, jewelry and your keys
To the outside on deez
Later, out the '85 Mustang
got me on the radar
Trucha, and you don't stop 'til I'm
Now the got me on the run

You don't turn your back on me
When you least expect it, I got your
In my possession with my Smith an'
Taking out all my
Check it out, looking at the jefe
Of clique with the big bad trece
I you a lesson, no question
Get your ass out now you're out
When you look at the
4 and 3 and 2 and 1

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

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

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