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 hearing money now unless a precise amount
Trying to hold my sisters both by the and ice 'em out
'em up, Neiman Marcus price 'em out
Never been that type you should have to think twice about
I spit that Lennox Lewis shit, the flow knock Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to stop shootin' like you be after the dice out
But I just keep shining cause the is out
Pitch black, serving out the gate across the street from where pitch crack
Where folks throw their forks up in wrist back
Militant music, black fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm like anthrax in gift wrap,
Nigga a fucking card I got cards up my sleeve
I know they doubt me cause my age if kinda to believe
But get in
If ain't with it yet I bet they gon' be with it soon
And I just turned 17 this June,

2]
I do what I gotta
I'm blooded feel the ice in my veins
I stay cool in the summer, but got the shit on
And spit that to body any fucking track I get on
I need that whip leather seats for me to sit on
'em [?] in a superficial
Shit is such a
Caught up on the border like I trying to a bird in
But you know I gotta get this
Sippin' Captain Morgan with a bitch up in my bed
I'm down the list of things I'd like to do before I'm dead
Money moving, I'm trying to it popping
[?] like I'm sneaker
I'm stacking up on that cheese like a pizza
Feel like 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 on my life
I got a couple bad bitches in the [?] sniffing
Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you me