Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

But they as a shanty in a African village
Soft as candy we assassins
Let the shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your
You like you love war

Everybody's crazy, somebody's get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love thugs and my thugs hip hop
love ladies 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, fuck you a fist in your ass
You pussy yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
You know baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting

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

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

I want you to watch me notice stare closer
Feel I'm who you to be real I know it hurts you
Soldiers approach you, you want to it
You older than most although Nas
Did you and your crew, but

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
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

Peace, I know where sleep
too many schemes too many plots
War plus money and man I got too 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 so your man know my man
Your man knows my fam' they was when they was locked up

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

own my will take the contract surprise
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 assault rifles won't be
Who ever coming to my vault for the safe
I got some with acid get it thrown in your face
dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 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 everybody's crazy, somebody's get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies thugs and my thugs love hip hop