Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would live
Cause rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did
I got bullets rip through yo' ribs
More painful watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
the ultimatum motherfucker, give me the ASCAP
Or give America Biggie and flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and
'til find your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I fire at generic topics
Your lyrics hold weight, like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't give you that hat
to memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and it back
I let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole generation with fathers in prison
You live inside the image of an era gone
government officials tryin to justify Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, they momma died
And they was responsible for the drive-by
And I don't market revolution, I it
What you think cause you fake else is a gimmick?
bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you
Like a prostitute born into a life of servitude
Until we you, makin the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the where I prefer to be

[Chorus: Technique]
Hollywood drive-by, murder-fest
Weed in the air, that cause turbulence
Revolucion, motherfucker you of it
I light the spliff with the flag, while I'm 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 spit them full-clip
While most of these gangsta rappers are some rats
on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full [scratches]
You're on some bull {*scratches*} you're on some [scratches]

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip
While most of these gangsta rappers are full-fledged rats
The real G's strapped in full combat
What you see in the is full-on acts
The streets don't you homie
Armageddon in the rap is comin and we lead the army
Rock tear a out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is they call hip-hop now?
I keep metro shit out of my whip
Man dummy rap is through makin money, it's about to extinct
You the radio tryin to kill rap with that shit
The only dyin is the DJ's when the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and up A&R's
I'm takin your chips like crashing game of cards
is how I eat holmes, I would give you buzz
And take the life of these stars for this 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 doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like punk rock
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement, corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is
We'll send homies foreclosure
like bankers, cause you owe us the
For exploiting the lifestyle many died, jailed up in storage
Leaving of us hopeless, homies radio focused
What we're building got 'em all
Give me the K, I'll be to ignite the flame
that'll, burn down the game, fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, you sleepin