Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

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

[Chorus: Technique]
drive-by, motherfuckin murder-fest
Weed in the air, that cause turbulence
Revolucion, motherfucker you of it
I light the with the flag, while I'm burnin it
Hollywood drive-by, sprayin the
War the system like the streets of Oaxaca
Yeah, revolucion, motherfucker you of it?
Well it's comin to the industry now, so be for it

You're on some tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
most 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]

You're on some bullshit tracks, I them full-clip raps
While most of gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay strapped in combat
What you see in the videos is acts
The don't believe you homie
Armageddon in the rap is comin and we lead the army
Rock tear a tape out of yo'
Got hostages in pink, this is they call hip-hop now?
I that metro shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is through money, it's about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to kill rap with that
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 your chips like crashing your of cards
This is how I eat holmes, I give you buzz
And take the life of these stars for 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 snatch 'em out their cars
Expose 'em for what they are - NARCs, jakes, snake
Feeding us horse shit, up all of them
They say doesn't exist
Rappers hard dressed up like punk rock kids
Pumped up by some endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one ya homie, ya little fame is over
We'll send little homies
like bankers, you owe us the mortgage
For the lifestyle that many died, jailed 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 the flame
that'll, burn down the game, fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, motherfucker you