Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

The Shakespeare at 16, my ink pen
a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but never get my chin...
One scriptures bringing tears to the princes
Every time I indent, you can see the
Leave your bent, hanging on the every sentence
no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my is excellent
I'm in the present, eyes get wide
I'm the town hero cause my words a ride
And what they feel inside, I say the perfect for em
Some say I'm a with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride the birds
Make a grown man cry with on the words

Tears to Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick
Had Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah deep-throat til she hiccup
run his bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I it at? hood
Told me in my dreams that niggas is not good
What's in the portfolio? Sicker than
so personal, my mind can't listen to
Oh so original, nigga's
? Bakowski, Pinsky
World Match never be the one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a fuse and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth
Tom Greene torture to men, women and
sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next peace at a formal
Crowds for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power than the one that a crown

Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to
Make Gandhi grab the while they shoot shit
Rhymes make the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing in the pick-up
Make Sarah Palin deep-throat til she
Had? run his bitch doing
so real, thought I wrote it at? hood
Told me in my dreams these niggas is not good