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 the track
You know what I'm

Word, but I to bring a couple of books
To the studio today, man, I found shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even remember I was writing these shits
Or what's in shits, man, probably a bunch 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 conversate with all day, time pass
Nah, lemme start else

Soul on ice, death threats given by
I guess livin' is prison when you live clowns
I'm hexed, cursed, worse I been first
I thought I was
'Cause I overcome 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 rhymin' is called 'Vagina
It kinda supports theories of niggas
Who should lie in the

Rarely y'all come in contact with the
Pun passed, he was the last shine of sun I could feel
Yo, said, "There's a few left since music's 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 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 is a school that teach ya plights of conquest
I wonder when I wrote this, nah weak
The ya religion, sky's the limit, live life
Numbers is big business, the poor live trife

The glimmers of hope provoke those dollars to dream
Through your become wealthy, knowledge is king
and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my
Cops that shoot blacks is for notoriety

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

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liers and
Nah, that was weak
My be projects 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, real

I can't fight you 'cause you would sue me, be groupies
I see tryin' to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Marie
My lean on me like Swoop, it's crap
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 write again now, that
I musta been on some shit
What the is this?

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

I'm jealous of you, how you so beautiful?
Smelling fresh, youthful, intelligent while I'm stressin' shit
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come 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 worry in this world far
But wait a minute, we both need ya attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own infant, kinda crazy