Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

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

Mic one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
And _humpin' around_ like bobby brown town
I ain't with that, so don't cramp my
Step off me, I'm like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how you ask what I'm doin
When I'm pursuin, gettin with my crew and
My input brings vibes unknown e.t.
Makes me phone home to my
Cling, mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
Than batman by michael keaton
I crossed over, let me someone that's black
fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, sermon, he's one
Packs a gun, that's than malcolm's
Out the window, I for a punk to get stupid
So I can his ass like cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the of lingo
Here to bust out the single
Ahh shit, goes my pager
see you later, because yo

Chorus: sermon

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

of lingo - 1]
One two how can I do it? I I'll 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 in the fuckin chest
From the a.k., scream mayday
Took the out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The funk is flowin to the
From the e double, while I kick the facts to
Check a brother with class, rough enough
To run up and the spine out a niggaz ass
the steel when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
And don't a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin you're steppin to this, I kinda it
with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book about it
The big with the bud and I'm on that
E kick the and yo you shoulda known that

[shadz of - 2]
Yo the lingo of the shadz
Droppin mellow but mad mackadocious
Melodious metaphorical music mo' shit
That you used to, and stylin you ain't
What else I got to do but the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} oh no, there's my mic
A soundman's body turnin up every
Some think I done the killin, you I can't remember
I can't recall a week since this past december
And mics catchin fire 'fore I get the chance to em
Yo al. b the buddha lightin torches, i'ma bust em
But don't em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
To hit em on the red dot and knows I'm bout murder
Run {run} {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 {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} style and {style
Where's the {where's soundman
Tell me {tell me} was I whylin
Cause

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