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 with the shits, she me where he be
I say for sure, let me know, if you wanna eat
She like "Von, you already know, put put your girl on fleek"
I'm like "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some
Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?"
She get to smiling, she ain't used to cause she ain't used to shit
I'm just laughing, could of a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speeding, could of been a driver the way I push the
You a hoe, could of been a bitch the way you a fit
But that, right back to the script cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it his wrist
Now it's like 6, her hit his phone
her in the Wic, but he ain't go
But he that slow, said meet him at the store
I'm like cool, let him front his move, do he gon' do
Cause the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like stew
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still like new
We at the top, we lost a lot, but that's just how go
But check the score, if lose 1 more, that's 6 to 24
Let me focus, can't be out, he pulling up now
He double parked, he ain't 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, wife probably a
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he her butt
Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop off the
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 there go the opps, out "What's crackin?"
I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Dang, when 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 nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in work
64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

[Verse 2: Lil
I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be from the
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 Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back
But that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die
who chain? Off who neck? Not mine
Ain't no in trying
They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no in sliding
They be talking from the internet, they don't be
Hit the 6, call DaDa out, him 'bout a lick
We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the
He like, "Cool, how nigga look?" I pull up some flicks
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool with his
We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we a lot
Got a goofy in and out, telling me his car
He in a Cat, bet, I'ma pay you half, just
I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his
Bitch, we lurking
Bitch, we 63rd