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 shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't remember when I was writing these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, it

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

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

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

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

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this number, damn
No, this rhyme is weak, is weak
I remember this bullshit, right
My Book of
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 I wrote this, nah it's weak
The ya religion, sky's the limit, live life
Numbers is big business, makes the poor live

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

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

Amongst hustlers, sellers and liers and squares
Nah, that was there
My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or
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 sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make spittin' my style
And they don't even 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

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

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

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

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

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