Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

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

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

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

Soul on ice, death threats by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I blessed first
I I was abnormal
'Cause I would overcome any task to

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

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

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this bitch number,
No, this is weak, this is weak
I remember this bullshit, here
My of Rhymes
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 when I wrote this, nah weak
The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, life
Numbers is big business, makes the poor trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those without dollars to
Through your existence become wealthy, is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my
that shoot blacks is routine for notoriety

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

hustlers, crack sellers and liers and squares
Nah, that was weak
My be projects or jail, never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm chargin' my
It's hard to be iced up Gucci, God, poverty's real

I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be
I see imitators tryin' to make spittin' my style
And don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I some Rick James with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's
can't be my Book of Rhymes

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

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

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

I'm jealous of you, how come you so
Smelling fresh, youthful, while I'm stressin' this shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come way
"Such a child", is what some say

I get upset 'cause I 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 mother's
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda