Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

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

Word, but I wanted to bring a of books
To the today, man, I found these shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even remember when I was these shits
Or what's in shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
it, check it

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

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

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

Rarely y'all come in with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the last of sun I could feel
Yo, said, "There's a few since 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 number, damn
No, rhyme is weak, this is weak
I remember this bullshit, here
My Book of
Gandhi was a, what the

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

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

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

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and liers and
Nah, that was weak
My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or
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 'cause you sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators to make albums spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas'
I pump some Rick James with that Marie
My Nina on me like Swoop, it's crap
This can't be my Book of

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

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

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

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

I get upset I just want to be treated the way you are
a star, not a worry in this world thus far
But wait a minute, we need ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, kinda