Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

The first fake murdered for rhyming
The jig is up gut 'em like fish cheese 'em up
My wrist is freezing up sick of these on my hiatus
Poking out their like they tall as sky scrapers

But they small as a in a African village
Soft as cotton we assassins
Let the off in club floors pellets spraying your familiar
You screaming you love war

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
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 thugs and my love hip hop

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

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

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

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 they love hip hop

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

Peace, I know where sleep
It's too many schemes too plots
War plus and man I got too many spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored to thinking new 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 knows my fam' they was cool they was locked up

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

Their own my take the contract surprise
So we a mental 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 ever thinking coming to my for the safe
I got niggaz with acid get it thrown in your face
Play dirty your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all 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, somebody's get shot
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love and my thugs love hip hop