Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Langston predecessor
Gun on my dresser I use upset college professor
More than Webster dictionary
Obituary column sign 'em

The first rapper murdered 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 they small as a shanty in a village
Soft as candy 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 love thugs and my thugs hip hop
Thugs love ladies and they love hip hop

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

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

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

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

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

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

Peace, I where niggaz sleep
It's too many too many plots
War plus and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get to thinking new shit to come up

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

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

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

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

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

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