Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Story 2.0

[Verse 1: Von]
Got a drop on this nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be the shits, she told me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know, if you eat
She like "Von, you already know, just put put your on fleek"
I'm "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?
Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?"
She get to smiling, she ain't to this cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, could of been a the way I move my lips
I be speeding, could of been a driver the way I the whip
You a hoe, of been a bitch the way you throw a fit
But that, right back to the script cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his is icy and it match his wrist
Now it's like 6, her hit his phone
Meet her in the Wic, but he go
But he that slow, said meet him at the store
I'm cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do
Cause this the plot, put him in a pot, let it like stew
I my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot like new
We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's how go
But check the score, if lose 1 more, that's 6 to 24
Let me focus, be zoning out, he pulling up now
He parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, like the fork
He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as
Got in the truck, him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt
Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like off the Wire
The block on fire, so I take precaution, on, Michael Myers
I'm on his ass, he be mad, he gon' beat her ass
But this happened-
I got to the door, I I was cappin'
I was lackin', cause go the opps, yellin' out "What's crackin?"
I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was to shoot
I got aim, I'm Johnny Dang, when it comes to chains
So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his
This no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you slide?
You got nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and 65th, we not from 63rd

2: Lil Durk]
I got a drop on a nigga, I be from the 'Raq
I'm like, cool, better not front yo' move, or you a pack
You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC
Yeah free Mack, for a double homi, foenem got yo' back
But fuck that, say you smoking who? way to die
Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not
Ain't no point in
They not out, plus the police hot, no point in sliding
They be from the internet, they don't be outside
Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him 'bout a
We need tape, we need rope and foams, forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that look?" I pull up some flicks
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He with his bitch
We at V-Live, but we to Structure, but we played a lot
Got a goofy walking in and out, me his car
He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just
I'm 300, don't come like that, 3 drums to his chest
Bitch, we 63rd
Bitch, we 63rd