Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Story 2.0

[Verse 1: Von]
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from
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 "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, a handbag too, red or baby blue?"
She get to smiling, she used 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 a driver the way I push the whip
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, his neck is icy and it match his wrist
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 front his move, do 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 shoot 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 zoning out, he up now
He double parked, he 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, wife probably a
Now she walk up, she her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her
Now I up, crouching like a Tiger, like Snoop 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 thought I was
I was lackin', cause there go the opps, 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 do or die, you say you gon' slide?
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 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 Mack, gone for a double homi, foenem got yo' back
But that, say you smoking who? Quickest way to die
Snatch who Off who neck? Not mine
no point in trying
They not out, plus the police hot, no point in sliding
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 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, pay you half, just finesse
I'm 300, clips don't like that, 3 drums to his chest
Bitch, we lurking
Bitch, we 63rd