Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk to me in L.A., would never live
Cause brown rolls deeper than red or blue, did
I got that'll rip through yo' ribs
More painful than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo'
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 fire at generic topics
Your lyrics don't weight, like two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't you that fitted hat
to memorize a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it
I let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole generation they fathers in prison
You inside the image of an era that's gone
Like officials tryin to justify Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, they momma died
And they was for the drive-by homicide
And I don't market revolution, I it
What you think cause you fake else is a gimmick?
Jealous bickering, industry slaves, the of you
Like a child prostitute born into a life of
Until we you, makin the red carpet burgundy
With in the streets where I prefer to be

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

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

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip
While of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay strapped in full
What you see in the videos is full-on
The streets don't believe you
in the rap game is comin and we lead the army
Rock tear a out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is what they call now?
I keep that metro out of my whip
Man dummy rap is through makin money, it's about to extinct
You know the radio to kill rap with that shit
The only thing 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 game of
is how I eat holmes, I would give you buzz
And take the life of these stars for this thing of

[Sick
Yeah, uhh
I'm from the of falling stars, the home of banging hard
for them at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking cars
Expose 'em for they are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
Feeding us shit, blaze up all of them
say hip-hop doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like punk rock
Pumped up by some endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya fame is over
We'll send homies foreclosure
like bankers, 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 got 'em all afraid
Give me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the
that'll, down the game, what's fame? Keep it
A movement, a war, motherfucker you sleepin