Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

Hands on the clock keep turning, hands on a glock they keep
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 real I it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to it
You older than dudes although Nas
Did you and your crew, but

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 ladies love hip hop

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

Peace, I know where sleep
It's too many too many plots
War plus and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored to 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 connected so your man my man
Your man my fam' they was cool when they was locked up

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

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

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

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