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 with the shits, she me where he be
I say for sure, baby let me know, if you 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
Choo, with a handbag too, red or baby blue?"
She get to smiling, she ain't used to this cause she ain't to shit
I'm just laughing, could of been a pimp the way I move my
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 cause this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his neck is icy and it his wrist
Now like 6, told her hit his phone
Meet her in the Wic, but he go
But he ain't that slow, 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 been through a lot but it shoot like new
We at the top, yeah we lost a lot, but that's 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 ain't getting out, he in that push to
That new Porsche, it's built like a horse, like the fork
He got a ring, I guess he in divorce, probably 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, 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 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 Johnny Dang, it comes to chains
So I ride, hit one in his arm, hit one in his
This no lie, it's 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

2: Lil Durk]
I got a drop on a 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
free Mack, gone 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
no point in trying
They not out, the police hot, ain't no point in sliding
They be talking the internet, they don't be outside
Hit the 6, call DaDa out, him 'bout a lick
We need tape, we rope and foams, don't forget the blicks
He like, "Cool, how that nigga look?" I pull up flicks
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He 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, just
I'm 300, clips don't come like that, 3 drums to his
Bitch, we lurking
Bitch, we lurking