Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk to me in L.A., would never live
Cause rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did
I got that'll rip through yo' ribs
More painful than R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, me the ASCAP
Or America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks
niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and dirty
'til they find your on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I fire rockets at generic
Your lyrics hold weight, like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't give you that hat
to memorize a ghostwritten verse and spit it back
I won't let your rhymes redefine lyricism
For a generation with they fathers in prison
You live inside the of an era that's gone
Like government officials to justify Vietnam
I leave 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 into a of servitude
Until we you, makin the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the where I prefer to be

[Chorus: Technique]
drive-by, motherfuckin murder-fest
Weed clouds in the air, that turbulence
Revolucion, you heard of it
I light the with 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?
Well it's comin to the now, so be prepared for it

You're on some bullshit tracks, I them full-clip raps
While of these 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]

on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay in full combat
you see in the videos is full-on acts
The don't 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 call hip-hop now?
I keep that metro shit out of my
Man that dummy rap is through makin money, it's about to
You know the radio to kill rap with that shit
The only thing dyin is the DJ's when the K
We're here to CEO's, and up A&R's
I'm takin 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 banging
Waiting for them at the Radio City Hall to 'em out their fucking cars
Expose 'em for what they are - NARCs, jakes, informants
Feeding us shit, blaze up all of them
say hip-hop doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like rock kids
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement, corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya fame is over
We'll send little foreclosure
bankers, cause you owe us the mortgage
For exploiting the lifestyle that died, jailed up in storage
most of us hopeless, homies radio focused
What we're building got 'em all
Give me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the
that'll, burn down the game, fame? Keep it
A movement, a war, motherfucker you sleepin