Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

But they small as a in a African village
Soft as cotton we assassins
Let the shottie off in club floors pellets spraying familiar
You screaming you love war

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 they hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love thugs and my thugs 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 makes 'em fake I hate 'em
8 I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting

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

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

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

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

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

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

Killers fuck killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
Not me, I'm not ready, I'm low but I be
We all connected so your man my man
Your man knows my fam' they was when they was locked up

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

Their own my will take the surprise
So we a mental game, intimidation
Got pussy niggaz get 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 ever thinking coming to my for the safe
I got some niggaz acid get it thrown in your face
Play dirty your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all now

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

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