Luyện nghe bài hát Everybody's Crazy

Peace, yo

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

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

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

But they as a shanty in a African village
as cotton candy we assassins
Let the shottie off in club floors pellets spraying your
You screaming like you war

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

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

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

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

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 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 niggaz sleep
too many schemes too many plots
War plus money and man I got too spots
Hungry niggaz get tutored to new shit to come up

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

Beat cases and now niggaz back on the block
Brothers is taking secret when they drive
windows ears 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 a mental game, intimidation
Got niggaz get pressed up on and paying
I wish these niggaz would step up for the day and

Since I'm famous they thinking rifles won't be spraying
Who thinking coming to my vault for the safe
I got some niggaz with get it thrown in your face
dirty catch your moms in J-30
Whatever whodie we all crazy we all now

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