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 Kangols guided by angels 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 upset professor
More knowledge than Webster
Obituary column plus 'em

The first fake rapper murdered for
The jig is up gut 'em fish swiss cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like 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 pellets spraying familiar
You screaming like you war

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

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 thugs I 'em
8 slug I'm no discussion or waiting

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

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

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

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

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

Peace, I know where niggaz
It's too schemes too many plots
War money and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get 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 connected so man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was cool they was locked up

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

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

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