Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

[erick
Hey world, one two, one two
it out y'all
Uhh, shadz of lingo in the
E double's in the with def squad
On the fresh track with shadz of lingo

Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin
And _humpin' around_ like brown across town
I ain't with that, so don't cramp my
off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how could you ask what I'm
When I'm pursuin, gettin funky my crew and
My input brings vibes like e.t.
Makes me phone home to my
Cling, mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
Than batman by michael keaton
I over, let me name someone that's black
With fame, and that are fat
Heyyy, erick sermon, one
Packs a gun, that's bigger than
Out the window, I look for a punk to get
So I can his ass like cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the shadz of
Here to bust out the funky
Ahh shit, there goes my
I'll see you later, yo

erick sermon

Every now and then, I get a crazy (4x)

[shadz of - 1]
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the
Yo I much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or for less
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the chest
From the a.k., scream mayday
Took the sucker out, cause he me on a payday
The funk is to the maximum
From the e double, while I the facts to them
Check a chill brother with class, rough
To run up and snatch the out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel caps peeled, here to chill on the real
And don't give a motherfuck how you
Thinkin you're steppin to this, I doubt it
Ain't the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
The big nigga the bud and I'm on that
E kick the beat and yo you known that

[shadz of - 2]
Yo it's the of the shadz
Droppin mellow but mad mackadocious
metaphorical music with mo' shit
That you used to, and that you ain't
else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} oh no, there's my mic
A soundman's turnin up every weekend
Some think I the killin, you know I can't remember
I can't recall a full since this past december
And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to em
Yo al. b catch the buddha lightin torches, i'ma em
But don't rush em, the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
To hit em on the red dot and knows I'm bout murder
Run hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got papes {papes}
{dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
Brings {brings} fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm {straight}
Chill {chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, {wait}
{cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} style and {style and}
Where's the {where's the}
Tell me {tell me} was I {whylin}
Cause

[erick
Hey world
Check me out, check me, me out
Hey young
New york's in the
Def squad's in the motherfuckin,
New in the motherfuckin, house
records in the motherfuckin, house
Def squad's in the motherfuckin,
E.d.'s in the motherfuckin (def jam boy)
of lingo in the motherfuckin house
Peace.. and we out (russell boy)