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 Kangols guided by angels with white wings
Nas the Viking fresh my ankles thankful

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes
Gun on my dresser slang I use college professor
More knowledge than dictionary
column plus sign 'em

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

But they as a shanty in a African village
Soft as cotton we assassins
Let the shottie off in club floors spraying your familiar
You screaming you love war

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

Peace, you with a fist in your 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 I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting

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

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

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

crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love thugs and my thugs hip hop
love ladies 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, I know niggaz sleep
too many 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 with killers you sleeping you 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 fam' was cool when they was locked up

Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block
Brothers is taking routes when they drive
Tinted windows ears to the 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 up on and paying
I wish these niggaz would step up for the day and

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

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

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