Luyện nghe bài hát Illusions

[ sunz of man ]
this rap game ain't what it seems
Artists get cream turn
Selling a dream

[ razah ]
Aiyyo, you rappers don't amuse me wit crystals or oozies
Industry groupies, after movies
scarfaced my race, some support 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 clique that you thought would back you up
Its nine eight eliminate and open gates
Enough with chains and whips lets make brains
We all we rich, hold thugs in crypts
Forgot the seeds growing up seven to six
Fuck a benz wit tints I got the prints
Yall rappers love idols it is I'm convinced
my contract, mental combat
And stomp your rap wit a vietnam track
Red and white sadaam rap cognac
I bet you didnt loopb know that the real jews are
I tell the truth cat where your chooses at
The world or the
God or the
girl or your weapon?
Christ armageddon ( geddon )

[ ] ( 4x )

[ 60 second ]
in this life
Big a dream on the low is the scheme
A fiend that clock without jockin somebodys sting
About the
You pull the ox who pull the outlock
Yo wuddup i, about to pull the rabbit out the top
gold oops upside your knot
Now nigga stop now nigga
You ain't really to roll them sleeves
With your three degrees forty below nothin but
Tight jeans, and don't know what nuthin means
Acting like you jean selling how to be a fiend
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 town her swing
All around with she glasses and women is what made men jack asses
Everything including company jacket
And niggas asses for your
And next thing you know they got a nigga
him out of his advancements
And how y'all gonna pay these back taxes?
This ain't healthy for your
Its like your face done been bashed in your career happning
After the wrenches and forks done been stabbed in

[ killa ]
Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the
I begin to take part in the art of throwin
the wu-tang swordsmen
Raindrops fall the block hot
Steam rises from the street which forms the clouds I move through
Renew my stainless sword
Allah has the golden code of silence has been broken
Mic terrorist shroom wickedness improves
As I ascend and extend I seen men
from greats trying to trace the origin
But there is no or end to the lifeline
Sunz of man shine through the mic line

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

[ ] ( 8x )

Cars? women? huh livin lovely? phat
What you think about?
Not gettin paid? havin fame? havin lovin you runnin up to you?
What you it's about?
it's about teaching? think it's about givin up jewelz?
Givin for the children to look up to?
you think it's about?

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