Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

The Shakespeare at 16, my ink pen
a sculpture of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but they get my chin...
One writing scriptures bringing 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 peasants cause my is excellent
I'm never in the present, eyes get
I'm the town hero 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
them all astonished, ride with the birds
Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the

Tears to Mona Lisa, to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing 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 these is not good
What's in the portfolio? than polio
Shit so personal, my mind can't to
Oh so original, extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop
World Match could never be the one, time's done
Bomb filling like napalm, your day's gone
Electric? a blue fuse and a screw loose
Angelou abused child with her notebook
Spitting like Kiplin with a tooth
Tom Greene torture to men, and children
sacred, hid in the basement
Await my peace at a formal engagement
Crowds for miles just to hear that sound
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 the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin doing lines in the pick-up
Make Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch stick-ups
Rhymes so real, I wrote it at? hood
me in my dreams that these niggas is not good