Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

The at 16, dipping my ink pen
Made a sculpture of me but my dick was too
Painting of me but they never get my chin...
One writing scriptures bringing tears to the
Every I indent, you can see the intent
Leave mind bent, hanging on the every sentence
no apprentice, style uninherited
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is
I'm in the present, eyes get wide
I'm the hero cause my words give a ride
And they feel inside, I say the perfect words for em
Some say I'm a prophet with the I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride the birds
a grown man cry with shrimp on the words

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

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