Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser I use upset college professor
More knowledge than Webster
Obituary column plus 'em

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 ladies they hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies 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
niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up

Killers fuck with killers you sleeping you 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 back on the block what
is taking secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows to the street stay on their job
Peep niggaz got prices on their head so high

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

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

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

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