Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

The first fake rapper for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like swiss 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 in a African village
Soft as candy we assassins
Let the shottie off in floors pellets spraying your familiar
You like you love war

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 ladies they hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love and my thugs love hip hop
love ladies and ladies they love 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, I know where sleep
too many schemes too many plots
War money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get to thinking new shit to come 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 your man my man
Your man knows my they was cool when they was locked up

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

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

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

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

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