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 with the shits, she told me he be
I say for sure, let me know, if you wanna eat
She "Von, you already know, just put put your girl on fleek"
I'm "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some shoes?
Jimmy Choo, 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 pimp the way I move my
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 fuck that, right back to the script cause this a lick
He got bricks, plus his is icy and it match his wrist
Now like 6, told 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 cook 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 just how go
But the score, if y'all lose 1 more, that's 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
new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork
He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her
Now I sneak up, like a Tiger, like Snoop off the Wire
The on fire, so I take precaution, mask on, Michael Myers
I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he beat her ass
But what happened-
I got to the door, I thought I was
I was lackin', cause go the opps, yellin' out "What's crackin?"
I'm like, what? I'm like nigga, who? I was born to
I got aim, I'm like 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 gon'
You got some nerve, yo' on the curb, boy we put in work
From 64th, and from 65th, we not 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 become a
You see Von, you see 40 Glocks, see Booka, you see MAC
Yeah free Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo'
But fuck that, say you smoking Quickest way to die
Snatch who chain? Off who neck? Not
Ain't no in trying
not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in sliding
They be talking from the internet, don't be outside
Hit the 6, call DaDa out, tell him a lick
We need tape, we rope and foams, don't forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that look?" I pull up some flicks
He like, "Damn I I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch
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, finesse
I'm 300, clips come like that, 3 drums to his chest
Bitch, we 63rd
Bitch, we lurking