Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk to me in L.A., would never live
brown rolls deeper than red or blue, ever did
I got bullets rip through yo' ribs
painful than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, me the ASCAP
Or give America and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and
'til find your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I fire at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight, like objects
Cause jail culture give you that fitted hat
to a ghostwritten shit verse and spit it back
I won't let your rhymes redefine lyricism
For a whole generation with they in prison
You live inside the image of an era that's
Like officials tryin to justify Vietnam
I leave traumatized, like they momma died
And they was for the drive-by homicide
And I market revolution, I live it
What you think you fake everyone else is a gimmick?
bickering, industry slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born a life of servitude
Until we murder you, 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, motherfucker you 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 it's comin to the now, so be prepared for it

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

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit full-clip raps
most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged rats
The G's stay strapped in full combat
What you see in the videos is acts
The don't believe you homie
in the rap game is comin and we lead the army
Rock tear a out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is they call hip-hop now?
I keep that shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is makin money, it's about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to kill rap with shit
The only thing dyin is the DJ's the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and blow up
I'm takin your like crashing your game of cards
This is how I eat holmes, I would give you
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 hard
Waiting for them at the Radio City 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 hip-hop doesn't
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
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 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 sonic war, motherfucker you