Luyện nghe bài hát Its A Craze

iight go stubob

a hoe muvafuka
speakin all drama but blow muhfukaz
dem dicks, wedged between ya lip and tonsils
repercussions from the vandals, i eat the 'cause it is maditory you cant ignore me
if you do yous sum fluke
giv you rights to regurgutate me makes you puke
what the fucks all the about
you in the game suttin wheres wally, we cant see ya when you out
dat bitch a mile away, with the doo rag, the chewed bag
the fake hustlers dream, sell a few but mostly fiend
i do rap, the its true dat
i spit what i knew dat, you not dat crew dat ya be
man on me den its be man down
your entertainment, is my erainment yous the
back at the basement, i got men to out dem facelifts
get ya face split i am not time wasting
just face it, co operations had its day now the games full of gay rappers
actors mostly being
the cake, light the candles and im lickin cream
next year ambitionz is more focused with the old team
too many infectin by a thread i threat wiv listerine
the game goodbye im in that same old liquid green
thermo, you war ya turds tho
shit ya out and flush, ya trust me if i think yous a lil bit pussy
me, ill drop a gem on all of dese punks
comin with sum immaculate factual plan of action duck!!
see us we on that ghetto vibes, us
i know its hard ya hate overpowers the love so just lust
you will never be, like me
i strip ya crew down, leave dem in they birthday suites how bowt you
whole click is ridiculous, most dem bois hating you
to cop at me you need the swat team at the back of you

its a craze we step on the pave ment
face flushed, get dat beat down if ya dont got dat pay ment
we the livest, you deny, you cant hide it
we in the face of death face of death we bias

its a craze motherfuckers, we on road,
we keep locked tight and expose you hoes,
depending on the circumstances, we the nervous dance,
rumour has it, u a with a dirty habit,
u stuck togetha, summit romantic,
you all birds of the feather,
keepin tight an astmatic,
my are hotter than heat, and urs are cold as the atlantic,
its like u a fiend for fear , summit a crack addict,
im the shadow of death, i'l follow ya steps,
be holdin ya breath pussy, mans upto there necks,
in all sortsa blood, 6 feet is the depth,