Luyện nghe bài hát Illusions

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

[ hell ]
Aiyyo, you rappers don't amuse me wit crystals or oozies
Industry groupies, living after
They scarfaced my race, some hate
Lifes a court date, some die to escape so your weight
You niggas brag too much, 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 claim we rich, hold in crypts
Forgot about the seeds growing up to six
Fuck a wit tints I got the razor prints
Yall rappers idols there it is I'm convinced
Burn my contract, combat
And stomp your battle rap wit a vietnam
Red and white rap sippin cognac
I bet you didnt loopb that the real jews are black
I tell the truth cat your mind chooses at
The world or the
God or the
Your girl or weapon?
Christ armageddon armageddon ( )

[ ] ( 4x )

[ 60 second ]
in this life
Big cities a dream on the low is the
A fiend clock green without jockin somebodys sting
About the
You pull the ox who pull the stash
Yo wuddup i, ready to pull the rabbit out the top
Platinum gold oops upside knot
Now nigga stop now please
You ain't really ready to roll them
With three degrees forty below nothin 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 black marketing a for his cream
And the big apple it ain't always what it
You get fooled she's a queen
out of town wagging her swing
All around with she glasses and women asses is what made men jack
including your company jacket
And niggas asses for ransom
And next you know they got a nigga dancin
him out of his advancements
And how y'all gonna pay back these taxes?
This ain't healthy for your
Its like your face done been in your career ain't happning
After the monkey and forks done been stabbed in

[ masta ]
Intruiging to the ear but bitter to the
I to take part in the art of dart throwin
Starring the swordsmen
Raindrops fall the remains hot
Steam rises from the street which forms the that I move through
my stainless sword style
Allah has the golden code of silence has been broken
Mic shroom brew wickedness improves
As I ascend and extend I seen men
Fall from trying to trace the origin
But is no beginning or end to the lifeline
Sunz of man forever shine the mic line

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

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

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