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 what I'm sayin'?

Word, but I to bring a couple of books
To the studio today, man, I found shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even when 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 niggas conversate with liers all day, time pass
Nah, lemme somethin' else

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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 some
What the is this?

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

I'm jealous of you, how you so beautiful?
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 to be treated the way you are
a star, not a worry in this world thus far
But wait a minute, we both need ya mother's
I must be crazy, of my own baby infant, kinda crazy