Luyện nghe bài hát Illusions

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

[ razah ]
Aiyyo, you rappers don't amuse me wit your or oozies
Industry groupies, living movies
They scarfaced my race, support 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 clique that you thought would you up
Its nine eight eliminate and open gates
Enough with chains and whips lets make brains
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
rappers love idols there it is I'm convinced
Burn my contract, mental
And your battle rap wit a vietnam track
Red and white sadaam rap sippin
I bet you didnt loopb that the real jews are black
I the truth cat where your mind chooses at
The world or the
God or the
Your girl or weapon?
Christ armageddon armageddon ( )

[ ] ( 4x )

[ 60 assassin ]
in this life
Big a dream on the low is the scheme
A fiend that 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 really ready to roll them sleeves
With your three degrees forty below but recipes
Tight jeans, hype and don't know nuthin means
Acting like you billie selling how to be a fiend
When your about black marketing a nigga for his cream
And the big it ain't always what it seems
You might get fooled a queen
From out of wagging her swing
All around with she glasses and women asses is what men jack asses
Everything including company jacket
And asses for your ransom
And next thing you know they got a nigga
him out of his advancements
And how y'all gonna pay back back taxes?
This ain't healthy for your
Its like your face done been bashed in your ain't happning
After the wrenches and forks done been stabbed in

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

[ ] ( 4x )

[ sunn ]
I say a case of a rap star, scar caught in the rapture
Of the bar code, he was more sold like old
Paraseuco industy whore adore
yours, feeling me more enemies fall
Ill and hardcore 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 guard a star and the starting
Another on your market style is garbage
You get bombarded whole clique retarded
Pussy harded mcs slugs to the body
Its physical domination lyrical laceration termination
When you fuck wit the federation, wit my nation
Discussing allegations about the downfall of satan
Ghetto frustration my head piece achin
Constant motivation my world in rotation

[ ] ( 8x )

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

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