Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

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

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

How can I you when I can't trust me?
myself a old man, a O.G.
Some niggas conversate with liers all day, time pass
Nah, start somethin' else

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

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

Rarely y'all come in with the real
Since Pun passed, he was the shine of sun I could 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 number, damn
No, rhyme is weak, this is weak
I this bullshit, right here
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 plights of
I wonder when I this, nah it's weak
The money's ya religion, the limit, live life
Numbers is big business, the poor live trife

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

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

Amongst hustlers, crack sellers and and squares
Nah, that was weak
My people be projects or jail, Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm chargin' my
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's

I can't you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums my style
And they don't even realize that I notice stealin' Nas' shit
I pump Rick James with that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, it's
This can't be my of Rhymes

This be my Book of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
My Book of
Nah, that, fuck that, aww, why you laughin' Alchemist?
Huh, you a funny nigga, nah,
My of Rhymes

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

Look, how we treat pregnancy, in the 'hood
Our values so low, our values are no
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' this
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 want to be treated the way you are
Like a star, not a in this world thus far
But wait a minute, we both ya mother's attention
I must be crazy, jealous of my own baby infant, crazy