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 white
Nas the Viking fresh my ankles thankful

Gangster see do, I'm Langston Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use college professor
More knowledge Webster dictionary
Obituary plus sign 'em

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

But small as a shanty in a African village
Soft as candy we assassins
Let the off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar
You screaming like you war

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

own my will take the contract surprise
So we play a game, intimidation
Got pussy get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggaz would up wait for the day and

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

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

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