Luyện nghe bài hát Illusions

[ chorus: of man ]
Aiyyo this rap ain't what it seems
Artists get cream turn
people a dream

[ hell ]
Aiyyo, you don't amuse 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 weight
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 eliminate and open gates
Enough with chains and whips lets brains eclipse
We all claim we rich, thugs in crypts
Forgot the seeds growing up seven to six
Fuck a wit tints I got the razor prints
Yall rappers love idols it is I'm convinced
Burn my contract, mental
And stomp your rap wit a vietnam track
Red and sadaam rap sippin cognac
I bet you didnt loopb know that the real jews are
I tell the cat where your mind chooses at
The world or the
God or the
Your or your weapon?
Christ armageddon ( geddon )

[ ] ( 4x )

[ 60 assassin ]
Here in this
Big a dream on the low is the scheme
A fiend that clock green jockin somebodys sting
About the
You pull the ox who pull the stash
Yo wuddup i, about ready to pull the out the top
Platinum oops upside your knot
Now nigga now nigga please
You ain't really to roll them sleeves
With your three degrees forty below but recipes
jeans, hype and don't know what nuthin means
Acting like you billie jean selling how to be a
When your loves about marketing a nigga for his cream
And the big apple it ain't always it seems
You might get she's a queen
From out of wagging her swing
All around with she and women asses 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 back these back
This ain't for your assets
Its like your face done been bashed in your ain't happning
the monkey wrenches and forks done been stabbed in

[ masta ]
Intruiging to the ear but to the heart
I begin to part in the art of dart throwin
Starring the swordsmen
Raindrops fall the remains hot
Steam from the street which forms the clouds that I move through
Renew my sword style
Allah has spoken the golden code of has been broken
Mic terrorist shroom wickedness improves
As I ascend and expand extend I men
Fall from greats trying to the origin
But there is no beginning or end to the
Sunz of man forever shine through the mic

[ ] ( 4x )

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

[ ] ( 8x )

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

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