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 bullets that'll rip through yo'
More than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the motherfucker, give me the ASCAP
Or give America and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the underground is and dirty
'til they find your body on a highway in Jersey
I fire at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight, two-dimensional objects
Cause jail didn't give you that fitted hat
to memorize a ghostwritten verse and spit it back
I let your wack rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole generation with they fathers in
You live inside the image of an era gone
Like government officials to justify Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, like they died
And they was responsible for the drive-by
And I don't market revolution, I it
What you think cause you fake else is a gimmick?
bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born into a of servitude
we murder you, makin the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the streets where I to be

Immortal Technique]
drive-by, motherfuckin murder-fest
Weed clouds in the air, that turbulence
Revolucion, motherfucker you of it
I light the spliff with the flag, while I'm it
drive-by, sprayin the cucarachas
War with the system like the streets of
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 full-fledged
on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full [scratches]
You're on some {*scratches*} you're on some bull [scratches]

You're on bullshit tracks, I spit them full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some rats
The real G's strapped in full combat
you see in the videos is full-on acts
The streets don't believe you
Armageddon in the rap game is comin and we lead the
Rock a tape out of yo' sounds
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 that shit
The only thing dyin is the DJ's the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and up A&R's
I'm takin your chips like crashing your game of
This is how I eat holmes, I give you buzz
And the life 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 at the Radio City Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking cars
'em for what they are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
Feeding us horse shit, up all of them
They say doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up like punk kids
Pumped up by some corporate endorsement, dead corpses are
No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is
send little homies foreclosure
like bankers, you owe us the mortgage
For the lifestyle that many died, jailed up in storage
Leaving most of us hopeless, homies focused
What we're building got 'em all
Give me the K, I'll be honored to ignite the
that'll, burn the game, what's fame? Keep it
A movement, a sonic war, you sleepin