Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy

Yeah, SC up?
Vic

1]
Oh, so you mad
I swear these is funny style, I'ma wipe 'em out
I ain't hearing now unless it's a precise amount
Trying to hold my sisters both by the and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Neiman price 'em out
Never been that that you should have to think twice about
I spit that Lennox Lewis shit, the flow could Tyson out
Niggas seem to stop shootin' like you be after the dice come out
But I just keep shining cause the is out
black, serving out the gate across the street from where they pitch crack
Where folks throw their forks up in wrist back
Militant music, that fist 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 my age if kinda hard to believe
But get in
If niggas ain't it yet I bet they gon' be with it soon
And I just turned 17 this June,

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 fucking I get on
I need that whip with leather for me to sit on
Tell 'em [?] in a
Shit is such a
Caught up on the border like I trying to bring a in
But you I gotta get this bread
Sippin' Captain Morgan with a bitch up in my bed
I'm running the list of things I'd like to do before I'm dead
Money moving, I'm trying to keep it
[?] like I'm shopping
I'm up on that cheese like a pizza topping
Feel like death is creepin' on me I hear that knocking
But I ain't going nigga, not without a
Cause I'ma get this before I die, put that on my life
I got a bad bitches in the [?] sniffing white
Sipping Dom on ice
you heard me