Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., never live
brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did
I got bullets that'll rip yo' ribs
More than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
the ultimatum motherfucker, give me the ASCAP
Or give America Biggie and 2Pac
Some niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and
'til they your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight, like two-dimensional
Cause jail culture didn't give you fitted hat
to memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and it back
I won't let your wack rhymes lyricism
For a whole generation with they in prison
You live inside the image of an era that's
Like officials tryin to justify Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, they momma died
And they was responsible for the homicide
And I don't market revolution, I it
you think cause you fake everyone else is a gimmick?
Jealous bickering, slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born a life of servitude
Until we murder you, makin the red burgundy
With in the streets where I prefer to be

[Chorus: Technique]
Hollywood drive-by, murder-fest
Weed clouds in the air, that cause
Revolucion, you heard of it
I light the spliff the flag, while I'm burnin it
Hollywood drive-by, the cucarachas
War with the like the streets of Oaxaca
Yeah, revolucion, you scared of it?
it's comin to the industry now, so be prepared for it

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

You're on bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While most of gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay strapped in combat
What you see in the videos is full-on
The streets don't you homie
Armageddon in the rap game is comin and we lead the
Rock tear a tape out of yo'
Got hostages in pink, this is what they call hip-hop
I keep metro shit out of my whip
Man that rap is through makin money, it's about to extinct
You the radio tryin to kill rap with that shit
The only thing dyin is the when the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and blow up
I'm your chips like crashing your game of cards
is how I eat holmes, I would give you buzz
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
for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking 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 hard dressed up like punk rock kids
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement, corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya fame is over
We'll send little homies
like bankers, cause you owe us the
For exploiting the lifestyle many died, jailed up in storage
Leaving most of us hopeless, homies focused
What we're building got 'em all
me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the flame
that'll, burn the game, what's fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, you sleepin