Luyện nghe bài hát Book of Rhymes

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

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 don't even remember when I was writing these
Or what's in these shits, man, probably a bunch of
Fuck it, it

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

on ice, death threats given by clowns
I guess is prison when you live 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, they on the top of they 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 shine of sun I feel
Yo, said, "There's a few left since music's of life"
Damn, I wish I took more time to write in my of Rhymes

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

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

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

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

Amongst hustlers, sellers and liers and squares
Nah, that was weak
My people be projects or jail, never Harvard or
Pardon me, type in my two way while I'm chargin' my
It's hard to be iced up with Gucci, God, real

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

This can't be my of Rhymes, writin' this bullshit!
My Book of
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, I'ma write again now, fuck
I musta been high on some
What the is this?

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

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

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