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 girl on fleek"
I'm like "Cool, I can do that, boo, you want some shoes?
Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?"
She get to smiling, she ain't used to this cause she used to shit
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, could of a bitch the way you throw a fit
But fuck that, right to the script cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his is icy and it match his wrist
Now it's like 6, told her hit his
Meet her in the Wic, but he 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 the plot, put him in a pot, let it cook like 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 y'all 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 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, this thick 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 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 65th, we not from 63rd

[Verse 2: Lil
I got a drop on a nigga, I be from the 'Raq
I'm like, cool, better not yo' move, or you become 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
who chain? Off who neck? Not mine
Ain't no point in
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, DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick
We need tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the
He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I up some flicks
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 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 to his chest
Bitch, we lurking
Bitch, we 63rd