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

Word, but I wanted to a couple of books
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 in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
it, check it

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

on ice, death threats given by clowns
I guess livin' is prison when you live around
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I blessed first
I thought I was
'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 Monologue'
It kinda theories of scary niggas
Who lie in the morgue

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

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

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

The glimmers of provoke those without 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 is routine for notoriety

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

Amongst hustlers, crack and liers and squares
Nah, that was there
My people be projects or jail, never or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm my cell
It's to be iced 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 don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with Teena Marie
My lean on me like Swoop, it's crap
This can't be my Book of

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

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

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

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

I get upset 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 both need ya mother's
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda