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 studio as I hear the track
You know what I'm

Word, but I wanted to bring a couple of
To the studio today, man, I found these
Up in the crib, man, in boxes, man
I don't even remember I was writing these shits
Or what's in these shits, man, 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, lemme start else

on ice, death 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 would overcome any task to

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

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

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

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

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

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

Amongst hustlers, crack and liers and squares
Nah, that was weak
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, poverty's

I fight you 'cause you would sue me, niggas be groupies
I see imitators tryin' to make albums spittin' my
And they don't even realize that I notice they stealin' Nas'
I pump some Rick James that Teena Marie
My Nina lean on me like Swoop, crap
This be my Book of Rhymes

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 funny nigga, nah,
My of Rhymes

I'm tellin' you, I'ma up with some 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 values are no
Things our told us, we shoulda heeded
'Cause now we it, we older, almost able to

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

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