Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

The at 16, dipping my ink pen
Made a of me but my dick was too thin
pictures of me but they never get my chin...
One writing scriptures tears to the princes
time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your bent, hanging on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, uninherited
Laughing at you cause my penmanship is excellent
I'm never in the present, get wide
I'm the town hero cause my words a ride
And what they feel inside, I say the words for em
Some say I'm a with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, 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 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 doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I wrote it at?
Told me in my dreams these niggas is not good
What's in the Sicker than polio
so personal, my mind can't listen to
Oh so original, extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop
World Match could never be the one, time's done
Bomb smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a blue fuse and a screw
Maya Angelou child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth
Tom torture to men, women and children
Memoir's sacred, hid in the
Await my next peace at a formal
Crowds walk for miles just to hear sound
Start to get more power than the one that a crown

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