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 studio as I hear the track
You what I'm sayin'?

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

How can I trust you when I trust me?
Picture a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, time
Nah, lemme somethin' else

Soul on ice, threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you 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, prince, I'ma get slain
Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of game
Ya is called 'Vagina Monologue'
It kinda theories of scary niggas
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 since music's expressions of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to in my Book of Rhymes

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

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

The glimmers of hope provoke those dollars to dream
Through your existence wealthy, knowledge is king
and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes for teens is my society
Cops that shoot blacks is routine for

Grow up well dressed niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on arms
new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin' my lips Campophenique
Still behind the 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
me, type in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

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

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

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
the fuck is this?

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

I'm of you, how come you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm 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
a star, not a worry in this world thus far
But wait a minute, we both ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own infant, kinda crazy