Luyện nghe bài hát Lil Crazy

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

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

Chorus: sermon

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

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

[shadz of - 2]
Yo the lingo of the shadz
that mellow but mad mackadocious
Melodious metaphorical music with mo'
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 soundman's body turnin up every
Some I done the killin, you know I can't remember
I can't recall a full week since this december
And mics catchin 'fore I get the chance to touch em
Yo al. b catch the lightin torches, i'ma bust em
But don't rush em, the pyromaniac alone he heard the words
To hit em on the red dot and knows I'm thinkin bout
Run {run} hide you can't {can't} escape {scape}
The hit {the hit's} on, I got the {got papes {papes}
{dodge} red {red} lasers {lasers} scannin {scannin}
Brings {brings} fly {fly when} rhymes landin {landin}
Let me go .. no .. yo, I'm {straight}
{chill}, yo I need auhhhh, air, wait {wait}
Cross {cross} fade {fade's} a killer style and {style and}
Where's the the} soundman
Tell me {tell me} was I {whylin}
Cause

[erick
Hey world
Check me out, me, check me out
Hey young
New in the house
Def in the motherfuckin, house
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 in the motherfuckin house
Peace.. and we out (russell boy)