Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

But they small as a shanty in a African
Soft as cotton candy we
Let the off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar
You screaming like you war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Killers fuck with 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
man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up

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

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

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

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