Luyện nghe bài hát Crazy Story 2.0

[Verse 1: King
Got a drop on this flexin' nigga, he from
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 "Von, you already 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 too, red or baby blue?"
She get to smiling, she ain't used to this cause she ain't used to
I'm laughing, could of been a pimp the way I move my lips
I be speeding, could of been a 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 this a major lick
He got bricks, plus his is icy and it match his wrist
Now like 6, told her hit his phone
her in the Wic, but he ain't go
But he ain't that slow, said 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 like
I grab my Glock, it been through a lot but it still shoot new
We at the top, we lost a lot, but that's just how go
But check the score, if y'all lose 1 more, 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 he in divorce, wife probably a whore
Now she walk up, she struttin' her stuff, this bitch as fuck
Got in the truck, kissed him on his lip, he cuppin' her
Now I sneak up, 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 finna be mad, he beat 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 Johnny Dang, when 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
64th, and from 65th, we not from 63rd

[Verse 2: Lil
I got a drop on a rappin' nigga, I be the 'Raq
I'm like, cool, not front yo' move, or you become a pack
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 who? Quickest 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 from the internet, they 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 pull up some
He like, "Damn I think I know the nigga" He cool his bitch
We at V-Live, but we went to Structure, but we a lot
Got a goofy walking in and out, 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 63rd
Bitch, we 63rd