Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy

Yeah, SC up?
Vic

1]
Oh, so you mad
I swear these niggas is funny style, wipe 'em out
I ain't money now unless it's a precise amount
Trying to my sisters both by the wrist and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Marcus price 'em out
Never been that 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 keep shining the lights is out
Pitch black, serving out the gate across the street from where pitch crack
Where folks throw their forks up in their back
Militant music, that fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm anthrax in gift wrap, breathe
pick a fucking card I got cards up my sleeve
I know they me cause my age if kinda hard to believe
But get in
If ain't with it yet I bet they gon' be with it soon
And I turned 17 this June, bitch

2]
I gotta do I gotta
I'm blooded feel the ice in my veins
I stay cool in the summer, but got the shit on
And spit flow to body any fucking track I get on
I need whip with leather seats for me to sit on
Tell 'em [?] in a
is such a burden
Caught up on the border like I to bring a bird in
But you know I gotta get bread
Sippin' Captain Morgan with a bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the list of I'd like to do before I'm dead
Money moving, I'm to keep it popping
[?] like I'm 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 that on my
I got a couple bad bitches in the [?] white
Sipping Dom on ice
you heard me