Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the of nigga 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 of books
To the studio today, man, I found these
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, 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 with liers all day, time pass
Nah, lemme start else

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

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

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

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

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the
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 live

The glimmers of hope provoke without dollars to dream
Through existence become wealthy, knowledge 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 watchin' well niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their
Dangerous new cars was my for Nas
my lips with Campophenique
Still the ears wet, turned out to be pioneer's vets

Amongst hustlers, crack and liers and squares
Nah, was weak there
My people be projects or jail, never 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 sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' shit
I pump some Rick James with Teena Marie
My Nina on me like Swoop, it's crap
can't be my Book of Rhymes

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

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

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

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

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