Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

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

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

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