Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

Gangster see gangster do, I'm Hughes predecessor
Gun on my dresser slang I use upset professor
More knowledge Webster dictionary
Obituary column sign 'em

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

But they small as a shanty in a African
Soft as cotton we assassins
Let the shottie off in floors pellets spraying your familiar
You screaming like you war

Everybody's crazy, somebody's gonna get
Get rob, get done, get stomp, get
Ladies love and my thugs love hip hop
Thugs ladies and ladies they love 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, you with a fist in your ass
You pussy with yeast, you shook of the streets, you a fag
You know blood baths I makes 'em thugs I hate 'em
8 slug I'm bustin' no discussion or

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

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

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

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

Peace, I know niggaz sleep
too many schemes too many plots
War money and man I got too many spots
Hungry get tutored 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 your man my man
man knows my fam' they was cool when they was locked up

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

Their own my will take the surprise
So we play a game, intimidation
Got pussy niggaz get 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 coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggaz acid get it thrown in your face
Play dirty catch your moms in
Whatever we all crazy we all 7:30 now

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