Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Story 2.0

[Verse 1: Von]
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he 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 like "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want some
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or blue?"
She get to smiling, she ain't used to this cause she ain't used to
I'm just laughing, of been a pimp 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 fuck that, right back to the script cause a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his
Now it's like 6, her hit his phone
her in the Wic, but he ain't go
But he ain't that slow, said meet him at the
I'm like cool, let him 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 been through a lot but it still like new
We at the top, we lost a lot, but that's just how go
But the score, if y'all lose 1 more, that's 6 to 24
Let me focus, can't be zoning out, he up now
He double parked, he ain't getting out, he in that push to
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors the fork
He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he her butt
Now I sneak up, crouching 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 gon' her ass
But this happened-
I got to the door, I I was cappin'
I was lackin', there 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 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 some nerve, yo' shit on the curb, boy we put in
From 64th, and 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 free Mack, gone for a homi, foenem got yo' back
But fuck that, say you smoking who? way to die
Snatch who chain? Off who Not mine
Ain't no point in
They not out, plus the police hot, ain't no point in
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 and foams, don't forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up some
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool with his
We at V-Live, but we to Structure, but we played a lot
Got a walking in and out, telling me his car
He in a Cat, bet, pay you half, just finesse
I'm 300, clips don't come that, 3 drums to his chest
Bitch, we lurking
Bitch, we 63rd