Luyện nghe bài hát Fucked...

[phesto
of emcee slave trade
Pullin' executive chains on his muppets
The minister of shattered dreams
For these young kids
Itchin' for rap status
But he never add up these b-boy mathematics
His pragmatic toys him money magnetic
The abrasive weight of his vendettas
Made him keep two with his industry contingents
Ninjas, paid protection and fringe
He from the stretch benz limited edition
Caught between a sinister smoke and henchmen
Straightened his lapel ignited his
And shoved the of his tie and awaited his death wish
Reckless left him breathless
Mashed his chest it's a crash in the
A of a second
out on the sidewalk
He couldn't his gun out
instantly
He was in the industry

Is it or imagery?
acts of savagery
Could it be you got in the industry?
See it
You got in the industry

Cause get off in this business
to come up
Awestruck,
But you how they end up
See it
You got fucked in the
You know how end up

Video queen type for whom feen
in many scenes
Fulfilling her dreams
Got involved with this mc
she like to kick it and hang 'cause he
Kept her
thangs, european names
Ice amidst, ruby red flames she
Stayed in his mix, figured it was all a
Swearin' that this nigga was her ticket to
But little did she know there was truth to he's sayin'
'bout how he made his livin' crack cocaine
'bout how he put caps in all his brains
I guess he missed the two came checkin' for change
Didn't hear his pits necks broke on choke chains
in the glow of fuck faces they just exchange
Maxin' in his home, out just relaxin'
busted and cappin' while she was in between his
Satins and
Drip her heart rate blip
And the bloody
The legacy of this budding actress
Coroner lights and cops cameras the action
I surprise but rather saddened when it happened

Cause niggas get off in this tryin' to come up
Awestruck, start
But you now how end up

The life you get touched
See it
But you how they end up

Down in san at the gavin
I a hip-hop journalist get stabbed
That shit was
Caught him in the with about four inches
Slapped him in his relentless
And pulled out some big
He look homie, you don't know me
Put the gat to his head and slowly
The journalist screamin' and cryin' of dyin'
mashed him in his jaw with the barrel
Told him lyin'
Picked him up off his knees ease
I thought he might
'til I heard the police freeze!
He reached for the
Eleven put his head in a (shuminumaki? )
on the concrete
That's when I peeped dude that him was a rapper
Hot cause his got slandered
Locked in a metal for over a decade
He thought he was
But now he wish that day never
Askin' his God for
Purgin' is harder than tryin' to end this nightmare
The clockwork oranged his whole shit
And warped his brain until he out

Is what is about
You talk too much you got a gun in mouth
Talkin' big when you little man called you out
Shoulda kept shit shut
Cause you know how end up