Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Story 2.0

[Verse 1: King
Got a on this flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be the shits, she told me where he be
I say for sure, let me know, if you wanna 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?
Jimmy Choo, with a too, red or baby blue?"
She get to smiling, she ain't used to this cause she ain't used to
I'm just laughing, could of a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speeding, could of been a the way I push the whip
You a hoe, could of been a the way you throw a fit
But fuck that, right back to the script this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it his wrist
Now it's 6, told her hit his phone
her in the Wic, but he ain't go
But he ain't slow, said meet him at the store
I'm cool, let him front his move, do what he gon' do
Cause the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it 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 y'all lose 1 more, 6 to 24
Let me focus, be zoning out, he pulling up now
He double parked, he getting out, he in that push to start
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the
He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch as fuck
Got in the truck, him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt
Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, Snoop off the Wire
The block on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Myers
I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' 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, I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, it comes to chains
So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his
no lie, bitch it's do or die, you say you gon' slide?
You got some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in
From 64th, and from 65th, we not 63rd

2: Lil Durk]
I got a on a rappin' 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 Quickest way to die
Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not
no point in trying
They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in
They be talking from the internet, they don't be
Hit the 6, call out, tell him 'bout a lick
We need tape, we need rope and foams, forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I up some flicks
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool his bitch
We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we a lot
Got a walking in and out, telling me his car
He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, finesse
I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 to his chest
Bitch, we 63rd
Bitch, we 63rd