Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

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

Tears to Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that make the Pope get his dick sucked
Had Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch 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? Sicker than
Shit so personal, my mind listen to
Oh so original, extra-crispy
? Bakowski, Pinsky
World Match could never be the one, your done
Bomb filling smelling napalm, your day's gone
Electric? with a blue fuse and a screw
Maya Angelou abused with her notebook
like Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene torture to men, and children
sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next peace at a engagement
Crowds for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more than the one that wear a crown

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