Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

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

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

Chorus: erick

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

[shadz of - 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, fessed or settled for less
One stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
From the a.k., somebody scream
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a
The funk is flowin to the
From the e double, while I kick the to them
Check a chill with class, rough enough
To run up and snatch the out a niggaz ass
Grip the when caps peeled, here to chill on the real
And give a motherfuck how you feel
Thinkin you're to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain't with the bullshit, so you can a fuckin book about it
The big nigga the bud and I'm on that
E the beat and yo you shoulda known that

[shadz of - 2]
Yo it's the of the shadz
Droppin that but mad mackadocious
metaphorical music with mo' shit
That you used to, and stylin you ain't
What else I got to do but draw the pictures with
{*feedback*} oh no, my mic squeakin
A soundman's body turnin up every
think I done the killin, you know I can't remember
I can't recall a full week since past december
And mics catchin fire I get the chance to touch em
Yo al. b catch the buddha lightin torches, 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 thinkin murder
Run {run} hide you can't {can't} escape {scape}
The hit {the on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} 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} and {style and}
Where's the the} soundman
me {tell me} was I whylin {whylin}
Cause

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