Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

Nasir bin Olu bis do Allah
Fisk 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 do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser I use upset college professor
More knowledge than Webster
Obituary column sign 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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 your get all white
I'm near you, I frighten your heart

I want you to watch me notice stare closer
Feel I'm who you posed to be I know 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 thugs 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
love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

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

Killers with killers you sleeping you getting stuck 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 they was cool when they was locked up

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

Their own my will take the surprise
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 rifles be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my vault for the
I got some niggaz with get it thrown in your face
Play dirty your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all we all 7:30 now

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