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 hearing money now unless it's a precise amount
to hold my sisters both by the wrist and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Neiman Marcus 'em out
Never been that type that you 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 the lights is out
Pitch black, serving out the gate across the street from where they crack
folks throw their forks up in their wrist back
Militant music, black fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm like anthrax in wrap, breathe
Nigga pick a 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 they be with it soon
And I just turned 17 June, bitch

2]
I gotta do what I
I'm cold blooded feel the ice in my
I stay cool in the summer, but got the shit on
And that flow to body any fucking track I get on
I that whip with leather seats for me to sit on
Tell 'em [?] in a
is such a burden
Caught up on the like I trying to bring a bird in
But you know I gotta get bread
Sippin' Morgan with a pretty bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the list of things I'd to do before I'm dead
Money moving, I'm trying to keep it
[?] like I'm sneaker
I'm stacking up on that like a pizza topping
Feel like death is creepin' on me I that reaper knocking
But I going nigga, not without a fight
Cause get this 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