Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

Nasir bin Olu Dara bis do
full of dollars in a dice game god
D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with white
Nas the Viking fresh from my ankles

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Hughes predecessor
Gun on my slang I use upset college professor
knowledge than Webster dictionary
Obituary column sign 'em

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

But they small as a in a African village
Soft as cotton we assassins
Let the off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar
You like you love war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Their own my will the contract surprise
So we a mental game, intimidation
Got pussy get pressed up on and paying
I wish niggaz would step up wait for the day and

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

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

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