Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

Nasir bin Olu bis do Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a game god
D and D glasses cloth guided by angels with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh my ankles thankful

see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use college professor
knowledge than Webster dictionary
Obituary column plus 'em

The first fake rapper murdered for
The jig is up gut 'em like fish cheese 'em up
My is freezing up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest they tall as sky scrapers

But they small as a shanty in a village
Soft as cotton we assassins
Let the shottie off in club pellets spraying your familiar
You screaming like you war

Everybody's crazy, somebody's get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, fuck you with a fist in ass
You with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm no discussion or waiting

'Cause now of coke rhymes it's laying
No analog it's digital, turned rapper times is changing
Niggaz get flashier, houses plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages more

on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm light years far mouth get all white
When I'm near you, I frighten heart

I want you to watch me notice look closer
I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you to squash it
You than most dudes although Nas
Did you and whole crew, but

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they hip hop

But crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, I where niggaz sleep
It's too schemes too many plots
War money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored to new shit to come up

Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you getting up
Not me, I'm not ready, I'm low but I be
We all so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when they was up

Beat cases and now niggaz back on the what
Brothers is taking secret routes they drive
windows ears to the street stay on their job
Peep niggaz that got prices on their so high

Their own my will take the contract
So we play a game, intimidation
Got pussy niggaz get pressed up on and
I these niggaz would step up wait for the day and

Since I'm famous thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
Who ever coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggaz acid get it thrown in your face
Play dirty your moms in J-30
Whatever we all crazy we all 7:30 now

Everybody's crazy, somebody's get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and they love hip hop

But crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
love thugs and my thugs love hip hop