Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the type of that write rhymes
on the spot in the studio soon as I hear the track
You know what I'm

Word, but I to bring a couple of books
To the studio today, man, I found these
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
it, check it

How can I trust you when I trust me?
Picture a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with all day, time pass
Nah, start somethin' else

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

So there it is, I'ma prince, I'ma get
Some do minor shit, swear they on the top of they
Ya rhymin' is 'Vagina Monologue'
It kinda supports theories of niggas
Who should lie in the

Rarely y'all come in with the real
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 more time 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 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 it's
The money's ya religion, the limit, live life
is big business, makes the poor live trife

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

Grow up watchin' well niggas with charms
Beautiful on their arms
new cars was my fantasy 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 projects or jail, never 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 fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my
And they don't even that I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's
can't be my Book of Rhymes

This can't be my Book of Rhymes, writin' bullshit!
My Book of
Nah, neva that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin'
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 high on shit
What the 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' this
Aiyo, I envy you 'cause all you do is smile and things come way
"Such a child", is what some say

I get upset 'cause I 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 infant, kinda crazy