Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

Alchemist, you me, man
I'm the type of nigga that rhymes
Right on the 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 these shits
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I even remember when I was writing these shits
Or in these shits, man, probably a bunch of bullshit
Fuck it, it

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

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

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

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

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

Gandhi was a fool, nigga, fight to the
The US Army is a school that teach ya of conquest
I wonder when I wrote this, nah 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
your existence become wealthy, knowledge is king
Pimps and card, sharks, thiefs, murderers hard luck
Addicts and fiends, prostitutes for teens is my society
Cops shoot blacks is routine for notoriety

Grow up watchin' well niggas with charms
Beautiful ladies on their
Dangerous new 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 and squares
Nah, was weak there
My people be projects or jail, Harvard or Yale
Pardon me, in my two way while I'm chargin' my cell
It's to be iced up with Gucci, God, poverty's real

I can't fight you 'cause you sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make spittin' my style
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas'
I pump some James with that Teena 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 Book of
Nah, neva that, 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
Fuck that, write again now, fuck that
I musta been high on some
What the is this?

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

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

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