Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

Nasir bin Olu bis do Allah
Fisk full of dollars in a game god
D and D glasses cloth Kangols guided by angels with wings
Nas the Viking from my ankles thankful

see gangster do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use upset professor
More than Webster dictionary
Obituary plus sign 'em

The first fake rapper for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish swiss 'em up
My wrist is up sick of these ducks on my hiatus
Poking out their chest like they as sky scrapers

But they as a shanty in a African village
Soft as cotton we assassins
Let the shottie off in club floors spraying your familiar
You like you love war

crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs ladies and ladies they love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, fuck you with a in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you of the streets, you a Sisqo fag
You know baths I makes 'em fake thugs I hate 'em
8 I'm bustin' no discussion or waiting

'Cause now instead of coke rhymes it's
No analog it's digital, criminals turned rapper times is
Niggaz get flashier, houses more
Bitches giving ass up at ages younger

Hands on the clock turning, hands on a glock they keep squeezing
stop in your sternum they stop you from breathing
I'm light years far your get all white
When I'm near you, I frighten your

I you to watch me notice stare look closer
I'm who you posed to be real I know it hurts you
Soldiers you, you want to squash it
You older than most dudes Nas
Did you and whole crew, but

crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
love thugs and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies they hip hop

But crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
love thugs and my thugs love hip hop

Peace, I know where niggaz
too many schemes too many plots
War plus money and man I got too spots
niggaz get tutored to thinking new shit to come up

Killers with killers you sleeping you getting stuck up
Not me, I'm not ready, I'm low but I be
We all connected so your man my man
Your man knows my fam' they was when they was locked up

Beat cases and now niggaz back on the what
Brothers is secret routes when they drive
Tinted windows ears to the street on their job
Peep niggaz that got on their head so high

Their own my will the contract surprise
So we a mental game, intimidation
Got niggaz get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggaz step up wait for the day and

Since I'm they thinking assault rifles won't be spraying
Who ever thinking coming to my for the safe
I got some niggaz with acid get it in your face
Play dirty your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all we all 7:30 now

crazy, somebody's gonna get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs love ladies and ladies love hip hop

But everybody's crazy, somebody's get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love thugs and my thugs hip hop