Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

The at 16, dipping my ink pen
a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but never get my chin...
One writing scriptures bringing to the princes
Every time I indent, you can see the
Leave your mind bent, hanging on the sentence
Have no apprentice, uninherited
at you peasants cause my penmanship 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
say I'm a prophet with the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, with the birds
a grown man cry with shrimp on the words

Tears to Mona Lisa, Medusa to
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot
Rhymes that make the Pope wanna get his dick
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 it at? hood
Told me in my that these niggas is not good
What's in the Sicker than polio
Shit so personal, my can't listen to
Oh so original, nigga's
? Bakowski, soda-pop
World Match never be the one, your time's done
filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a blue fuse and a screw
Maya Angelou child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin a tooth missing
Tom Greene torture to men, women and
Memoir's sacred, hid in the
Await my peace at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for just to hear that sound
Start to get more than the one that wear a crown

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