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 Kangols guided by angels with wings
Nas the fresh from my ankles thankful

see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use upset professor
More knowledge than dictionary
Obituary plus sign 'em

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

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

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

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

Peace, fuck you with a fist in 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 rhymes it's laying
No analog it's digital, criminals turned times is changing
get flashier, houses more plusher
Bitches giving ass up at ages younger

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

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

crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
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 love and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, I where niggaz sleep
too many schemes 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 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 cool when was locked up

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

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

I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
Who ever coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggaz with acid get it in your face
dirty catch your 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 thugs and my thugs love 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