Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

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

Mic check one two, yo you got my nerves around
And _humpin' around_ like bobby across town
I with that, so don't cramp my style
Step off me, I'm hyped like I had a of coffee
Yo how could you ask I'm doin
When I'm pursuin, gettin with my crew and
My input brings vibes like e.t.
Makes me home to my family
Cling, mom, I'm doin it, freakin more fame
Than batman by michael keaton
I crossed over, let me name that's black
fame, and pockets that are fat
Heyyy, sermon, he's one
Packs a gun, bigger than malcolm's
Out the window, I look for a to get stupid
So I can shoot his ass like
E 2 bingos, down with the of lingo
to bust out the funky single
Ahh shit, there goes my
I'll see you later, yo

Chorus: erick

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

[shadz of - 1]
One two how can I do it? I guess I'll the real
Yo I pack much dick, with the cover of steel hoe
Yes yes, fessed or settled for less
One stepped, and got a hole in the fuckin chest
From the a.k., scream mayday
Took the out, cause he clowned me on a payday
The is flowin to the maximum
From the e double, while I kick the facts to
Check a chill brother with class, enough
To run up and snatch the out a niggaz ass
Grip the steel when caps peeled, here to on the real
And don't give a how you feel
Thinkin steppin to this, I kinda doubt it
Ain't with the bullshit, so you can write a fuckin about it
The big nigga the bud and I'm on that
E kick the and yo you shoulda known that

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

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