Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would never
Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, 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
Some niggaz don't think the is grimy and dirty
'til find your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight, two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture give you that fitted hat
to a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back
I won't let wack rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole with they fathers in prison
You live inside the of an era that's gone
Like government officials tryin to justify
I leave traumatized, like they momma died
And was responsible for the drive-by homicide
And I don't revolution, I live it
What you cause you fake everyone else is a gimmick?
Jealous bickering, slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute into a life of servitude
Until we murder you, the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the streets I prefer to be

Immortal Technique]
Hollywood drive-by, murder-fest
clouds in the air, that cause turbulence
Revolucion, motherfucker you of it
I the spliff with the flag, while I'm burnin it
Hollywood drive-by, the cucarachas
War with the system the streets of Oaxaca
Yeah, revolucion, motherfucker you of it?
it's comin to the industry now, so be prepared for it

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

You're on bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While most of these rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's strapped in full combat
What you see in the is full-on acts
The streets don't you homie
Armageddon in the rap game is and we lead the army
tear a tape out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is what they call now?
I keep that metro shit out of my
Man dummy rap is through makin money, it's about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to kill rap with that
The only dyin is the DJ's when the K spit
here to CEO's, and blow up A&R's
I'm takin your chips 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
for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking cars
Expose 'em for what are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
Feeding us shit, blaze up all of them
They say hip-hop exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like punk rock
Pumped up by some endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one ya homie, ya little fame is over
We'll little homies foreclosure
bankers, cause you owe us the mortgage
For exploiting the lifestyle that many died, jailed up in
most of us hopeless, homies radio focused
What we're got 'em all afraid
me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the flame
that'll, burn down the game, what's fame? it
A movement, a sonic war, you sleepin