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 it's a precise amount
to hold my sisters both by the wrist and ice 'em out
Dress 'em up, Marcus price 'em out
Never been that type you should have to think twice about
I that Lennox Lewis shit, the flow could knock Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to shootin' like you be after the dice come out
But I keep shining cause the lights is out
Pitch black, serving out the gate across the street from they pitch crack
Where folks throw their forks up in wrist back
Militant music, that fist rap
'em on the low I'm like anthrax in gift wrap, breathe
Nigga pick a fucking card I got 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 gon' be it soon
And I just turned 17 June, bitch

2]
I gotta do I gotta
I'm blooded feel the ice in my veins
I stay in the summer, but got the hottest shit on
And spit that flow to any fucking track I get on
I need whip with leather seats for me to sit on
Tell 'em [?] in a
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 pretty 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 shopping
I'm stacking up on that cheese like a topping
Feel like is creepin' on me I hear that reaper knocking
But I ain't going nigga, not a fight
Cause get this shit before I die, put that on my life
I got a couple bad in the [?] sniffing white
Dom Perignon on ice
Nigga you me