Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

The Shakespeare at 16, my ink pen
Made a of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but never get my chin...
One writing scriptures tears to the princes
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 never in the present, get wide
I'm the hero cause my words give a ride
And what they inside, I say the perfect words for em
Some say I'm a prophet the visions I get cursed for
them all astonished, ride with the birds
Make a grown man cry shrimp on the words

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 lines in the pick-up
Make Sarah deep-throat til she hiccup
run his bitch doing 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 can't to
Oh so original, extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop
World could never be the one, your time's done
filling smelling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a blue fuse and a loose
Maya Angelou child with her notebook
Spitting like with a tooth missing
Tom Greene to men, women and children
Memoir's sacred, hid in the
Await my next peace at a formal
walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power the one that wear a crown

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