Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., never live
Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, did
I got that'll rip through yo' ribs
More painful watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the motherfucker, give me the ASCAP
Or America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks
Some don't think the underground is grimy and dirty
'til they find your body on a highway in Jersey
I rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't weight, like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail didn't give you that fitted hat
to a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back
I won't let your rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole with they fathers in prison
You inside the image of an era that's gone
Like government officials tryin to Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, like they momma
And they was responsible for the homicide
And I don't revolution, I live it
What you think cause you fake else is a gimmick?
bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute into a life of servitude
Until we murder you, the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the streets where I to be

[Chorus: Immortal
Hollywood drive-by, motherfuckin
Weed clouds in the air, that cause
Revolucion, you heard of it
I light the spliff with the flag, I'm burnin it
Hollywood drive-by, the cucarachas
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 spit them full-clip
While most of these rappers are some full-fledged rats
You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them [scratches]
You're on some bull {*scratches*} you're on some bull

You're on some tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some rats
The G's stay strapped in full combat
What you see in the is full-on acts
The streets don't you homie
Armageddon in the rap game is comin and we the army
Rock tear a out of yo' sounds
Got in pink, this is what they call hip-hop now?
I that metro shit out of my whip
Man that rap is through makin money, it's about to extinct
You know the tryin to kill rap with that shit
The only thing dyin is the DJ's the K spit
We're to CEO's, and blow up A&R's
I'm your chips like crashing your game of cards
This is how I eat holmes, I give you buzz
And take the of these stars for this thing of ours

[Sick
Yeah, uhh
I'm the city of falling stars, the home of banging hard
Waiting for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their cars
Expose 'em for what are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
us horse shit, blaze up all of them
They say hip-hop exist
talking hard 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 homies foreclosure
like bankers, you owe us the mortgage
For the lifestyle that many died, jailed up in storage
Leaving most of us hopeless, radio focused
What we're got 'em all afraid
Give me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the
that'll, down the game, what's fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, you sleepin