Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy

Yeah, SC up?
Vic

1]
Oh, so you mad
I these niggas is funny style, I'ma wipe 'em out
I ain't hearing money now unless it's a precise
Trying to hold my sisters both by the and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Neiman Marcus 'em out
Never been that type that you should to think twice about
I spit that Lennox Lewis shit, the flow could Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to stop shootin' you be after the dice come out
But I just keep shining the lights is out
Pitch black, serving out the across the street from where they pitch crack
Where folks throw their up in their wrist back
Militant music, that black rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm like anthrax in wrap, breathe
Nigga pick a card I got cards up my sleeve
I know they doubt me cause my age if hard to believe
But get in
If niggas ain't with it yet I bet they be with it soon
And I just turned 17 June, bitch

2]
I gotta do what I
I'm cold blooded the ice in my veins
I stay cool in the summer, but got the shit on
And spit that flow to body any track I get on
I need that with leather seats for me to sit on
'em [?] in a superficial
Shit is such a
Caught up on the border like I trying to a bird in
But you know I get this bread
Sippin' Morgan with a pretty bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the list of things I'd like to do I'm dead
Money moving, I'm trying to it popping
[?] I'm sneaker shopping
I'm stacking up on that cheese like a pizza
like death is creepin' on me I hear that reaper knocking
But I ain't going nigga, not a fight
Cause I'ma get this shit before I die, put on my life
I got a couple bad bitches in the [?] white
Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you me