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 know I'm sayin'?

Word, but I wanted to 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 these shits, man, a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, 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

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

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

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

Oh shit, Tina, been lookin' for this bitch number,
No, rhyme 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 teach ya of conquest
I wonder I wrote this, nah it's weak
The money's ya religion, sky's the limit, live
is big business, makes the poor live trife

The glimmers of provoke those without dollars to dream
Through your existence become wealthy, is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers with luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes passin' for teens is my
Cops shoot blacks is routine for notoriety

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

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

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

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

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

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

I get upset 'cause I just 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 mother's
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda