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 writing scriptures bringing tears to the
Every time I indent, you can see the
Leave your bent, hanging on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, uninherited
at you peasants cause my penmanship is excellent
I'm never in the present, get wide
I'm the town hero cause my words a ride
And what they feel inside, I say the 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 with shrimp on the

Tears to Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the burner while they shoot
Rhymes that make the wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin doing lines in the pick-up
Sarah Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, I wrote it at? hood
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, nigga's
? Bakowski, Pinsky
World Match could never be the one, your done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's
Electric? with a blue fuse and a screw
Maya abused child with her notebook
Spitting Kiplin with a tooth missing
Tom Greene torture to men, women and
Memoir's sacred, hid in the
Await my peace at a formal engagement
Crowds walk for just to hear that sound
to get more power than the one that wear a crown

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