Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

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

Tears to Mona Lisa, to liquid
Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing in the pick-up
Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch stick-ups
Rhymes so real, I wrote it at? hood
Told me in my that these niggas is not good
What's in the Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my mind listen to
Oh so original, nigga's
? Bakowski, soda-pop
World Match never be the one, your time's done
Bomb filling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a blue and a screw loose
Maya Angelou abused child her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth
Tom Greene torture to men, women and
Memoir's sacred, hid in the
Await my peace at a formal engagement
walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get power than the one that wear a crown

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