Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
talk shit to me in L.A., would never live
Cause brown rolls deeper red or blue, ever did
I got bullets rip through yo' ribs
More painful than watchin R. piss on yo' kids
Here's the motherfucker, give me the ASCAP
Or give Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the is grimy and dirty
'til they your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I fire rockets at generic
Your don't hold weight, like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't you that fitted 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 tryin to Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, like momma died
And they was responsible for the homicide
And I don't market revolution, I it
What you think cause you fake everyone 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
PsychoRealm in the streets where I prefer to be

[Chorus: Immortal
Hollywood drive-by, murder-fest
clouds 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 with the system like the of Oaxaca
Yeah, revolucion, you scared 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 gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
You're on some tracks, I spit them full [scratches]
You're on some bull {*scratches*} you're on some bull

on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay in full 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
tear a tape out of yo' sounds
Got in pink, this is what they call hip-hop now?
I keep that shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is through 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 to CEO's, and blow 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 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 City Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking cars
'em for what they are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
Feeding us horse shit, blaze up all of
They say doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like punk kids
up by some corporate endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one ya homie, ya little fame is over
send little homies foreclosure
like bankers, cause you owe us the
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died, up in storage
Leaving most of us hopeless, radio focused
What we're building got 'em all
Give me the K, be honored to ignite the flame
that'll, down the game, what's fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, motherfucker you