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 to bring a couple 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 these
Or what's in shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
it, check 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, start somethin' 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 I was abnormal
'Cause I 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 called 'Vagina
It kinda supports theories of niggas
Who lie in the morgue

Rarely y'all in contact with the real
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 I took more time to write in my Book of Rhymes

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

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

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

Grow up watchin' dressed niggas 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, crack sellers and liers and
Nah, that was weak
My people be or jail, never Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's

I can't fight you you would 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 that Marie
My Nina lean on me 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, that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh, you a nigga, nah, yeah
My Book of

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

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

I'm jealous of you, how you so beautiful?
fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' 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 upset 'cause I want to be treated the way you are
Like a star, not a worry in world thus far
But wait a minute, we both need ya attention
I be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda crazy