Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I want you to watch me notice look closer
Feel I'm who you posed to be I know it hurts you
Soldiers 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
love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love 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 love hip hop

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

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

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

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

Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles be spraying
Who ever thinking to my vault for the safe
I got some niggaz with acid get it thrown in your
Play dirty catch moms in J-30
Whatever we all crazy we all 7:30 now

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