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 now unless it's a precise amount
Trying to my sisters both by the wrist and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Neiman price 'em out
Never been that type that you should have to think twice
I that Lennox Lewis shit, the flow could knock Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to stop shootin' like you be after the come out
But I just keep shining the lights is out
Pitch black, out the gate across the street from where they pitch crack
Where folks their forks up in their wrist back
Militant music, black fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm like in gift wrap, breathe
pick a fucking 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 with it yet I bet gon' be with it soon
And I just 17 this June, bitch

2]
I gotta do what I
I'm blooded 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 that whip with leather seats for me to sit on
'em [?] in a superficial
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 with a pretty 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 it popping
[?] like I'm shopping
I'm stacking up on that like a pizza topping
Feel like death is creepin' on me I hear reaper knocking
But I ain't going nigga, not without a
Cause I'ma get this shit before I die, put that on my
I got a bad bitches in the [?] sniffing white
Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you me