Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

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

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

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

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged
The real G's stay strapped in full
What you see in the is full-on acts
The don't believe you homie
Armageddon in the rap game is comin and we the army
tear a tape out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, is what they call hip-hop now?
I that metro shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is through makin money, about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to kill rap that shit
The only dyin is the DJ's when the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and blow up
I'm takin your chips like 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 banging
Waiting for them at the Radio City Hall to 'em out their fucking cars
Expose 'em for they are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
Feeding us horse shit, blaze up all of
say hip-hop doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like rock kids
up by some corporate endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya little is over
We'll send little homies
like bankers, cause you owe us the
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died, up in storage
Leaving most of us hopeless, 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, motherfucker you