Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the type of nigga write rhymes
Right on the spot in the soon as I hear the track
You know I'm sayin'?

Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of
To the studio today, man, I found these
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even when I was writing these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, probably a bunch of
it, check it

How can I trust you when I can't me?
Picture a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate liers all day, time pass
Nah, lemme start else

Soul on ice, death threats given by
I guess livin' is prison you live around clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been first
I thought I was
'Cause I would overcome any called to

So there it is, I'ma prince, get slain
Some do shit, swear they on the top of they game
Ya is called 'Vagina Monologue'
It kinda supports theories of niggas
Who should lie in the

Rarely y'all in contact with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the last of sun I could feel
Yo, said, "There's a few since music's expressions of life"
Damn, I wish I took time to write in my Book of Rhymes

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for bitch number, damn
No, rhyme is weak, this is weak
I this bullshit, right here
My Book of
Gandhi was a, what the

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, to the death
The US Army is a that teach ya plights of conquest
I wonder I wrote this, nah it's weak
The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, live
Numbers is big business, the poor live trife

The of hope provoke those without dollars to dream
your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for

Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas with
Beautiful on their arms
Dangerous new was my fantasy for Nas
my lips with Campophenique
Still behind the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and and squares
Nah, was weak there
My people be or jail, never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm my cell
It's to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

I can't fight you you would sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my
And they don't even realize that I they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me Swoop, it's crap
This can't be my Book of

This can't be my Book of Rhymes, this bullshit!
My Book of
Nah, neva that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin'
Huh, you a funny nigga, nah,
My of Rhymes

I'm you, I'ma come up with some new shit now
Fuck that, I'ma again now, fuck that
I been high on some shit
What the is this?

Look, how we treat pregnancy, women in the
Our values so low, our values are no
Things our mothers us, we shoulda heeded
'Cause now we need it, we older, almost to

I'm of you, how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' this
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is and things come your way
"Such a innocent child", is what say

I get upset I just want to be treated the way you are
Like a star, not a worry in this world far
But wait a minute, we both need ya attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda