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 found shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't remember when I was writing these 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?
myself a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas will conversate with liers all day, pass
Nah, start somethin' else

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

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

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 since music's of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my of Rhymes

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

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the
The US Army is a school that teach ya plights of
I wonder when I wrote this, nah weak
The ya religion, sky's the limit, live life
Numbers is big business, makes the live trife

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

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

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and and squares
Nah, that was there
My people be projects or jail, 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, niggas be
I see imitators tryin' to make albums my style
And they don't even realize I notice they stealin' Nas' shit
I pump some Rick James with that Marie
My Nina lean on me Swoop, it's crap
This can't be my Book of

This can't be my 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 tellin' you, I'ma come up with new shit now
Fuck that, write again now, fuck that
I musta been high on shit
the fuck is this?

Look, how we treat pregnancy, in the 'hood
Our values so low, our are no good
our mothers told 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 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 upset 'cause I just want to be the way you are
Like a star, not a in this world thus far
But wait a minute, we both need ya attention
I must be crazy, of my own baby infant, kinda crazy