Luyện nghe bài hát Its A Craze

iight go stubob

yous a hoe
speakin all drama but dont blow
only dem dicks, wedged ya lip and tonsils
repercussions from the vandals, i eat the beef it is maditory you cant ignore me
if you do yous sum ignorant
giv you rights to regurgutate seein me you puke
what the fucks all the about
you in the game like wheres wally, we cant see ya when you out
spot dat bitch a 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 what i dat, you not dat crew dat ya wanna be
man on me den its be man down
your entertainment, is my erainment the clown
back at the basement, i got men to out dem facelifts
get ya face 'cause i am not time wasting
face it, co operations had its day now the games full of rappers gay rappers
actors mostly fake
gimme the cake, the candles and im lickin cream
next year ambitionz is more focused with the same old
too many germs infectin by a thread i wiv listerine
kiss the game goodbye im in that same old liquid
thermo, you want war ya tho
shit ya out and flush, ya cant me if i think yous a lil bit pussy
trust me, ill drop a gem on all of punks
comin back with sum immaculate factual plan of duck!!
see us we on that ghetto vibes, us
i know its hard when ya overpowers the love so just lust
you will never be, like me
i strip ya crew down, leave dem in they birthday suites how you know
your whole 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 face flushed, get dat down if ya dont got dat pay ment
we the livest, you cant deny, you hide it
we smile in the face of death face of we bias

its a motherfuckers, when we on road,
we keep shit locked tight and you hoes,
depending on the circumstances, we the nervous dance,
rumour has it, u a bitch with a habit,
u stuck togetha, like romantic,
you all birds of the feather,
keepin tight 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 the shadow of death, i'l follow ya steps,
dont be holdin ya pussy, mans upto there necks,
in all sortsa blood, 6 feet is the depth,