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 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 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.
niggas will conversate with liers all day, time pass
Nah, lemme somethin' else

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

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

Rarely y'all come in with 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, lookin' for this bitch number, damn
No, this rhyme is weak, is weak
I remember this bullshit, here
My of Rhymes
Gandhi was a, the fuck?

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, to the death
The US Army is a school that teach ya of conquest
I wonder when I 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 provoke those dollars to dream
your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, with hard luck
and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my society
Cops that blacks is routine for notoriety

Grow up watchin' well dressed niggas charms
Beautiful ladies on their
new cars was my fantasy for Nas
Rubbin' my lips with
Still 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, type in my two way while I'm my cell
hard 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 to make albums spittin' my style
And don't 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 Book of

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

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

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 come you so
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' shit
Aiyo, I you 'cause all you do is smile and things come your way
"Such a innocent child", is what 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 a minute, we both need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own infant, kinda crazy