Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
talk shit to me in L.A., would never live
Cause brown deeper than red or blue, ever did
I got bullets that'll rip through yo'
painful than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, give me the
Or give America Biggie and flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the is grimy and dirty
'til they find body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't weight, like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture give you that fitted hat
to a ghostwritten shit verse and spit 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
Like government officials tryin to justify
I niggaz traumatized, like they momma died
And was responsible for the drive-by homicide
And I market revolution, I live it
What you think cause you everyone else is a gimmick?
bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born a life of servitude
Until we murder you, makin the red carpet
With PsychoRealm in the where I prefer to be

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

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

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some rats
The real G's stay strapped in combat
What you see in the videos is full-on
The streets believe you homie
in the rap game is comin and we lead the army
Rock a tape out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is what they call hip-hop
I that metro shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is makin money, it's about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to rap with that shit
The only dyin is the DJ's when the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and blow up
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 from the city of falling stars, the home of hard
Waiting for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking
Expose 'em for what are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
us horse shit, blaze up all of them
They say doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like rock kids
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement, dead are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya little is over
We'll send homies foreclosure
bankers, cause you owe us the mortgage
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died, up in storage
Leaving most of us hopeless, homies radio
we're building got 'em all afraid
Give me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the
that'll, burn down the game, what's fame? it
A movement, a sonic war, motherfucker you