Luyện nghe bài hát Illusions

[ sunz of man ]
Aiyyo this rap game ain't it seems
Artists get cream fiend
people a dream

[ hell ]
Aiyyo, you rappers don't me wit your crystals or oozies
Industry groupies, after movies
They scarfaced my race, some hate
Lifes a court date, some die to escape so hold your
You niggas too much, fuck wit us we bag you up
And use the same that you thought would back you up
Its nine eight bait and open gates
Enough with chains and whips lets make brains
We all claim we rich, hold thugs in
Forgot the seeds growing up seven to six
Fuck a benz wit tints I got the razor
Yall rappers love there it is I'm convinced
Burn my contract, mental
And your battle rap wit a vietnam track
Red and sadaam rap sippin cognac
I bet you didnt loopb know that the jews are black
I tell the truth cat where mind chooses at
The world or the
God or the
Your or your weapon?
Christ armageddon armageddon ( )

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[ 60 second ]
in this life
Big cities a on the low is the scheme
A fiend that clock green without somebodys sting
About the
You pull the ox who pull the stash
Yo wuddup i, about ready to the rabbit out the top
Platinum gold upside your knot
Now nigga stop now nigga
You ain't ready to roll them sleeves
With your three degrees forty below nothin but
Tight jeans, hype and don't know what means
Acting like you billie jean selling how to be a
When loves about black marketing a nigga for his cream
And the big apple it always what it seems
You get fooled she's a queen
From out of wagging her swing
All around with she and women asses is what made men jack asses
Everything your company jacket
And niggas for your ransom
And next thing you know got a nigga dancin
him out of his advancements
And how y'all gonna pay back back taxes?
This ain't for your assets
Its like your face done been bashed in your ain't happning
After the monkey wrenches and forks done stabbed in

[ masta ]
Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the
I to take part in the art of dart throwin
Starring the wu-tang
fall the block remains hot
Steam rises from the street which forms the clouds that I move
Renew my sword style
has spoken the golden code of silence has been broken
Mic terrorist brew wickedness improves
As I and expand extend I seen men
Fall from greats trying to the origin
But is no beginning or end to the lifeline
of man forever shine through the mic line

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[ prodigal ]
I say a of a rap star, permanent scar caught in the rapture
Of the bar code, he was more sold like old
industy whore bitches adore
Truly yours, feeling me enemies fall
Ill and ready for tour shakin breakin jaws
Makin new laws open the doors healing my
Blessing the poor, the art of war we a boar
Verse one we guard a star and the starting
target on your market style is garbage
You get bombarded whole clique slapped
Pussy mcs bleed slugs to the body
Its physical domination lyrical laceration brutal
When you wit the federation, collaboratin wit my nation
Discussing conversating about the downfall of satan
frustration keeps my head piece achin
Constant motivation my world in rotation

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Cars? women? huh livin lovely? houses?
What you it's about?
Not gettin paid? havin fame? havin everybody you runnin up to you?
What you think it's
Think it's about teaching? think it's about givin up
Givin something for the children to up to?
What you think about?

rap game...y'all gotta figure that out...this rap game