Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy

Yeah, SC up?
Vic

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

2]
I do what I gotta
I'm cold blooded feel the ice in my
I cool in the summer, but got the hottest shit on
And that flow to body any fucking track I get on
I need that whip leather seats for me to sit on
Tell 'em [?] in a
Shit is a burden
Caught up on the border like I trying to a bird in
But you know I gotta get this
Sippin' Captain Morgan a pretty bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the list of things I'd like to do I'm dead
moving, I'm trying to keep it popping
[?] I'm sneaker shopping
I'm stacking up on that cheese like a pizza
Feel death is creepin' on me I hear that reaper knocking
But I going nigga, not without a fight
Cause I'ma get this shit I die, put that on my life
I got a bad bitches in the [?] sniffing white
Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you me