Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

[erick
Hey world, one two, one two
Check it out
Uhh, shadz of in the house
E double's in the house with def
On the funky fresh track with shadz of

Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin
And _humpin' around_ like bobby brown across
I ain't that, so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of
Yo how could you ask I'm doin
When I'm pursuin, gettin funky with my and
My brings vibes unknown like e.t.
me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm it, freakin more fame
Than played by michael keaton
I crossed over, let me name someone that's
With fame, and pockets are fat
Heyyy, erick sermon, one
Packs a gun, that's bigger malcolm's
Out the window, I look for a punk to get
So I can shoot his ass cupid
E 2 bingos, with the shadz of lingo
Here to bust out the funky
Ahh shit, goes my pager
see you later, because yo

Chorus: sermon

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

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

[shadz of - 2]
Yo the lingo of the shadz
that mellow but mad mackadocious
Melodious music with mo' shit
That you used to, and stylin that you
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with
{*feedback*} oh no, my mic squeakin
A soundman's body turnin up every
Some I done the killin, you know I can't remember
I can't recall a full week since this past
And mics catchin fire I get the chance to touch em
Yo al. b the buddha lightin torches, i'ma bust em
But rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
To hit em on the red dot and I'm thinkin bout murder
Run {run} hide {hide} you can't {can't} escape
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} lasers scannin {scannin}
Brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight
Chill {chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, wait
Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer {killer} and {style and}
Where's the {where's the}
Tell me me} was I whylin {whylin}
{cause}

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