Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

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

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs 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 with a fist in ass
You pussy yeast, you shook of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em thugs I hate '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
Niggaz get flashier, houses plusher
Bitches ass up at ages more 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 mouth get all
I'm near you, I frighten your heart

I want you to watch me notice look closer
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 whole crew, but

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

Peace, I know where sleep
It's too schemes too many plots
War money and man I got too many spots
Hungry get tutored to thinking new shit 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
Your man knows my fam' they was cool when was locked up

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

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

Since I'm famous they thinking assault rifles won't be
Who ever thinking coming to my for the safe
I got some niggaz with acid get it in your face
Play dirty catch moms in J-30
Whatever we all crazy we all 7:30 now

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