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 money now unless it's a 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 should to think twice about
I spit that Lennox Lewis shit, the flow could Tyson out
Niggas can't seem to stop 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, black fist rap
Kill 'em on the low I'm like anthrax in wrap, breathe
Nigga pick a fucking card I got cards up my
I know they doubt me cause my age if kinda hard to
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 I gotta
I'm cold blooded 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
'em [?] in a superficial
Shit is a burden
Caught up on the border like I to bring a bird in
But you know I gotta get this
Sippin' Captain Morgan a pretty bitch up in my bed
I'm running down the of things I'd like to do before I'm dead
moving, I'm trying to keep it popping
[?] like I'm sneaker
I'm stacking up on that cheese like a pizza
like death is creepin' on me I hear that reaper knocking
But I going nigga, not without a fight
Cause I'ma get this shit before I die, put on my life
I got a couple bad bitches in the [?] white
Sipping Dom on ice
you heard me