Luyện nghe bài hát Its A Craze

iight go stubob

yous a hoe
speakin all drama but blow muhfukaz
dem dicks, wedged between ya lip and tonsils
repercussions from the vandals, i eat the beef 'cause it is you cant ignore me
if you do sum ignorant fluke
giv you rights to regurgutate seein me makes you
what the all the rhymin about
you in the game suttin wheres wally, we cant see ya when you out
spot dat a mile away, with the doo rag, the chewed bag
the fake hustlers dream, sell a few but mostly fiend
i do rap, the consequence its dat
i spit i knew dat, you not dat crew dat ya wanna be
man on me den its be man down
your entertainment, is my yous the clown
back at the basement, i got men to out dem facelifts
get ya split 'cause i am not time wasting
just face it, co had its day now the games full of rappers gay rappers
actors being fake
the cake, light the candles and im lickin cream
next year ambitionz is more focused the same old team
too many germs infectin by a thread i wiv listerine
the game goodbye im in that same old liquid green
thermo, you want war ya tho
ya out and flush, ya cant trust me if i think yous a lil bit pussy
trust me, ill a gem on all of dese punks
comin back with sum immaculate factual plan of duck!!
see us we on ghetto vibes, stomach us
i know its hard when ya hate overpowers the so just lust
you will never be, lethal 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 gunna need the team at the back of you

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

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