Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Story 2.0

[Verse 1: King
Got a drop on flexin' nigga, he from Tennessee
I had a thot, she be the shits, she told me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know, if you eat
She like "Von, you know, just put put your girl on fleek"
I'm like "Cool, I can do that, boo, what you want shoes?
Jimmy Choo, with a handbag too, red or blue?"
She get to smiling, she used to this 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 the whip
You a hoe, of been a bitch the way you throw a fit
But that, right back to the script cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it match his
Now it's 6, told her hit his phone
Meet her in the Wic, but he go
But he ain't slow, said meet him at the store
I'm cool, let him front 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 through a lot but it still shoot like new
We at the top, yeah we 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 that push to
new Porsche, it's built like a horse, colors like the fork
He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, wife a whore
Now she up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch thick as fuck
Got in the truck, him on his lip, he cuppin' her butt
Now I sneak up, crouching like a Tiger, like off the Wire
The block on fire, so I take precaution, on, Michael Myers
I'm on his ass, he finna be mad, he gon' her ass
But this what
I got to the door, I thought I was
I was lackin', cause there go the opps, out "What's crackin?"
I'm like, I'm like nigga, who? I was born to shoot
I got aim, I'm like Johnny Dang, when it comes to
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
From 64th, and from 65th, we not from

2: Lil Durk]
I got a on a rappin' nigga, I be from the 'Raq
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, for a double homi, foenem got yo' back
But fuck that, say you smoking who? way to die
Snatch who Off who neck? Not mine
Ain't no point in
They not out, plus the hot, ain't no point in sliding
They be talking from the internet, don't be outside
Hit the 6, DaDa out, tell him 'bout a lick
We tape, we need rope and foams, don't forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I up some flicks
He like, "Damn I I know the nigga" He cool with his bitch
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, I'ma pay you half, finesse
I'm 300, clips come like that, 3 drums to his chest
Bitch, we 63rd
Bitch, we lurking