Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
talk shit to me in L.A., would never live
Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, did
I got bullets that'll rip through yo'
More painful than watchin R. piss on yo' kids
Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, give me the
Or give America Biggie and 2Pac
niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and dirty
'til they find body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I fire rockets at generic
Your lyrics don't hold weight, like two-dimensional
Cause culture didn't give you that fitted hat
to memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it
I won't let wack rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole with they fathers in prison
You live inside the image of an era gone
Like government officials tryin to Vietnam
I leave traumatized, like they momma died
And they was for the drive-by homicide
And I don't market revolution, I it
What you think cause you fake everyone else is a
bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born into a life of
Until we murder you, makin the red burgundy
With in the streets where I prefer to be

[Chorus: Immortal
Hollywood drive-by, motherfuckin
Weed in the air, that cause turbulence
Revolucion, motherfucker you of it
I light the with the flag, while I'm burnin it
Hollywood drive-by, sprayin the
War with the system like the of Oaxaca
Yeah, revolucion, motherfucker you of it?
Well comin to the industry now, so be prepared for it

You're on some bullshit tracks, I them full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged
You're on some tracks, I spit them full [scratches]
You're on some bull {*scratches*} on some bull [scratches]

You're on bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay strapped in combat
you see in the videos is full-on acts
The streets don't you homie
Armageddon in the rap is comin and we lead the army
Rock a tape out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is what they hip-hop now?
I keep that metro shit out of my
Man that dummy rap is through money, it's about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to kill rap with shit
The only thing is the DJ's when the K spit
here to CEO's, and blow up A&R's
I'm takin your chips like crashing your game of
This is how I eat holmes, I would give you
And take the life of these stars for thing of ours

[Sick
Yeah, uhh
I'm from the city of falling stars, the home of hard
Waiting for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their cars
Expose 'em for what they are - NARCs, jakes, snake
us horse shit, blaze up all of them
They say hip-hop doesn't
Rappers talking dressed up like punk rock kids
Pumped up by corporate endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya fame is over
We'll send little homies
bankers, cause you owe us the mortgage
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died, up in storage
Leaving of us hopeless, homies radio focused
we're building got 'em all afraid
Give me the K, I'll be honored to the flame
that'll, burn down the game, fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, you sleepin