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 money now it's a precise amount
Trying to hold my sisters both by the and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Marcus price 'em out
Never been that type that you should to think twice about
I spit that Lennox shit, the flow could knock Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to stop shootin' like you be after the dice out
But I just shining cause the lights is out
Pitch black, serving out the gate across the street from they pitch crack
Where folks throw their up in their wrist back
music, that black fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm like anthrax in gift wrap,
Nigga pick a fucking card I got cards up my
I they doubt me cause 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 I gotta
I'm cold feel the ice in my veins
I cool in the summer, but got the hottest shit on
And spit that flow to body any track I get on
I need that whip with leather for me to sit on
'em [?] in a superficial
Shit is such a
Caught up on the border like I to bring a bird in
But you I gotta get this bread
Sippin' Captain with a pretty bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the list of things I'd like to do before I'm
moving, I'm trying to keep it popping
[?] I'm sneaker shopping
I'm up on that cheese like a pizza topping
Feel like death is creepin' on me I that reaper knocking
But I ain't going nigga, not a fight
Cause I'ma get shit before I die, put that on my life
I got a bad bitches in the [?] sniffing white
Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you me