Luyện nghe bài hát Papa Crazy

Crazy, crazy

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

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

Papa crazy, crazy, crazy, crazy

Now livin' like a rich man, up on the hill
Yeah, my daddy got a Caddy, funky, Seville
He got diamonds and furs, for his and
And a cat in the hat, that just and purrs

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

Papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy,

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

crazy, papa crazy, crazy, papa crazy

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

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

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