Luyện nghe bài hát Papa Crazy

Crazy, crazy

Now don't give a damn, or say, "Thank you, m'aam"
Eatin' filet mignon, tails and crab
He eats the finest food, he the kindest dude
And then to put it to you straight crazy, lazy and rude

His temper's hot, whether you like him or not
Not to mention 'bout his and his big ol' yacht
He never gave me a dime or even some time
And that's why I had to cold write rhyme, about

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy,

Now papa livin' like a man, up on the hill
Yeah, my got a Caddy, funky, fresh Seville
He got and furs, for his and hers
And a cat in the hat, that chills and purrs

Now he eats and grubs and beats at clubs
While mama makin' nothin', while she and rubs
You know about his dough, how he got paid?
the last that asked, got sprayed and laid, because

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy,

Papa hang with crazy, people crazy, times of the
Runnin' with crazy women, but but that's alright, because

Papa crazy, crazy, crazy, papa crazy

Yo, run, my papa was crazy, as can be
And my mama said that he left me, I was three
But my mama never me he was out of his mind
Drinkin' wine, all the time, never earnin' a

He didn't care where he slept or where his clothes were
He was so in debt, somebody broke his
And on the day that papa died, wrote on his grave
That, died a bum, but he died brave, because

crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy
Papa crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy
crazy, crazy, papa crazy, crazy