Luyện nghe bài hát Goin Krazy

Riding in the A
In the going crazy
I worried bout shit, young nigga I'm rich
It's you, pay me
Don't let ho come around me
Imma your lady (Imma take your bitch)
Riding in the A
In the coupe going crazy
down in the A
Maserati to Bugatti, a start running from the paparazzi
Got 4 hoes in the pool of my
up, drop top, Phantom opera a movie
You see the diamonds in my watch, it a G-Shock
Balenciaga on my this ain't no Reebok
I'm at the W, never ever to the double tree
Eating steak & shrimp on the yacht, fuck
Gianni Versace, I come to your city, over like Nazi
I got from the A to the bay
round and the coupe going crazy
Riding in my Audi coupe
I dare a look at me wrong, cause I'm gon' shoot
I pass the OG stuffed cookie Snoop
I take the pot and eggbeater, they call it a deuce
When I step inside the 'rari, call me Bandicoot
Blood came from Africa, call me Al-Farouq
Lil' mama the big ol' booty, come here
Have you ever been in an 8 leer
She going crazy, private jet going
Told the to give me head in my grandmama's ...
I ain't give her
Nah, Quavo a lover
You think I give a fuck about a bitch, I a sucker
She the past tense, got to make lil' absent
Versace, Versace, my
Counting money in the mansion, your girl in the living dancing
And it take nothing to drop her panties
Quavo! (Gone!)
down Peachtree in the Aston
With a bad white bitch, Jennifer
Molly Santan' again
My neighbors
In my hood, day I hear an ambulance
a damn thing changed, still serving the J's
Felicia, she to borrow my microwave
Deebo still in the hood, creeping your window
I'm fucking Mrs. Parker, her to Puerto Rico
Me, Craig, and Smokey smoke and we be choking
Which watch should I wear today, the heavy or the Rollie?
in my Robins and I pulled out guacamole
Ain't a clue what I was holding, F&N is what I'm toting