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

see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use upset professor
More than Webster dictionary
column plus sign 'em

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

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

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs 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, you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a fag
You know blood baths I 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm no discussion or waiting

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

Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a they keep squeezing
Bullets stop in sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm light far your mouth 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 whole crew, but

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

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

fuck 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 fam' they was when they was locked up

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

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

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

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