Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the type of that write rhymes
Right on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the
You what I'm sayin'?

Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of
To the studio today, man, I these shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I even remember when I was writing these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, it

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

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

So it is, I'ma prince, I'ma get slain
Some do minor shit, swear on the top of they game
Ya rhymin' is '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 last shine of sun I feel
Yo, said, "There's a few left since expressions of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to in my Book of Rhymes

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'm jealous of you, how you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent I'm stressin' this shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things your way
"Such a innocent child", is 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 need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, crazy