Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

[erick
Hey world, one two, one two
Check it out
Uhh, of lingo in the house
E double's in the house def squad
On the funky fresh with shadz of lingo

Mic one two, yo you got my nerves jumpin around
And _humpin' around_ like bobby brown town
I ain't with that, so don't cramp my
off me, I'm hyped like I had a pound of coffee
Yo how you ask what I'm doin
When I'm pursuin, funky with my crew and
My input brings vibes like e.t.
me phone home to my family
Cling, hello mom, I'm doin it, more fame
Than batman played by keaton
I crossed over, let me someone that's black
fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, erick sermon, one
Packs a gun, that's bigger malcolm's
Out the window, I look for a to get stupid
So I can shoot his ass cupid
E 2 bingos, down with the shadz of
Here to out the funky single
Ahh shit, there my pager
see you later, because yo

Chorus: erick

Every now and then, I get a crazy (4x)

[shadz of - 1]
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll spit the
Yo I much dick, with the cover made of steel hoe
Yes yes, never fessed or settled for
One clown stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin
From the a.k., somebody mayday
Took the sucker out, cause he clowned me on a
The funk is to the maximum
From the e double, while I kick the to them
Check a brother with class, rough enough
To run up and the spine out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to on the real
And don't give a motherfuck how you
you're steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin book it
The big nigga with the bud and I'm on
E kick the beat and yo you shoulda that

[shadz of - 2]
Yo the lingo of the shadz
Droppin that but mad mackadocious
metaphorical music with mo' shit
That you used to, and stylin that you
else I got to do but draw the pictures with paints?
{*feedback*} oh no, there's my mic
A body turnin up every weekend
Some think I done the killin, you I can't remember
I recall a full week since this past december
And mics catchin fire I get the chance to touch em
Yo al. b catch the lightin torches, i'ma bust em
But don't rush em, leave the pyromaniac alone he heard the
To hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin murder
Run {run} {hide} you can't {can't} escape {scape}
The hit {the on, I got the {got the} papes {papes}
Dodge {dodge} red {red} {lasers} scannin {scannin}
Brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes {rhymes} landin
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm straight
Chill {chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, {wait}
Cross {cross} fade a killer {killer} style and {style and}
Where's the {where's the}
Tell me {tell me} was I {whylin}
Cause

[erick
Hey world
me out, check me, check me out
Hey young
New york's in the
Def squad's in the motherfuckin,
New york's in the motherfuckin,
Rowdy records in the motherfuckin,
Def squad's in the motherfuckin,
E.d.'s in the house (def jam boy)
Shadz of lingo in the house
Peace.. and we out (russell boy)