Luyện nghe bài hát American Beauty

Yo, it's night time I can't
My pens beggin' me to rhymes, Cory's a felony despite time
I the urge on the tip of my tongue
I the words a story is born, my glorious song

Hip hop cannot ignore me for
I know her last man her, I can't refuse her
Alotta used her, treated her like shit even confused her
She had now she sellin' it all for cash

Marley had her, her face was more pure body fatter
Primo treated her good, her the queen in my hood
She used to be out in Queens DMC
And on the rooftop Big, Fritz, and R.P.

She was fly she kept her tight
Yo, if he didn't go to jail dun, she mighta been Rick's wife
Disappeared a few years, she was stranded on row
Dre had her on anotha in the west coast

She met a with with a drug dealer name
He had a lot for a while, then his style changed
You the wisdom is reflected the knowledge when its manifested
If not fed in due the mind is anorexic

You understand the
I know I'm to deep for some, Rhyme uncut raw, the beat numb
Back to the subject in hand, I called her and said I her
Stop fuckin' my fake crew 'cuz they dissed her

Then along came the R, her of her essence
Rza said she like a sister blessin' her with
She was because she missed Pac
She still after B.I.G. died askin', "When will this shit stop?"

I love her a mother, my physical path
She even overlooked the fact my criminal past
And stayed with me in jail beyond gates passed
No longer is she lettin' fuck her just for cash
What's her dun?