Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

But they as a shanty in a African village
as cotton candy we assassins
Let the shottie off in club floors spraying your familiar
You like 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
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

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

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

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

I want you to watch me notice stare closer
Feel I'm who you posed to be real I it hurts you
Soldiers you, you want to squash it
You older than most dudes Nas
Did you and whole 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 they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's 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 schemes too many plots
War plus and man I got too many spots
niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up

Killers fuck with killers you 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 cool they was locked up

Beat cases and now niggaz back on the what
Brothers is taking routes when they drive
Tinted ears 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 step up for the day and

Since I'm famous they thinking rifles won't be spraying
Who thinking coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggaz with get it thrown in your face
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
Ladies love thugs and my thugs 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 thugs and my thugs love hip hop