Luyện nghe bài hát Reverse Pimpology

[Immortal
Hypocrites, hookers, sex
Y'all niggaz wanna be pimps and
ain't 1997 nigga

I'd rather be and unhappy than broke and miserable
Cause the game don't give a FUCK if you
And that's pitiful, so my is pivotal
You can hate me all you like but you worship the
I revolution, the government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they you
All up in the hood like and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine, we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)
You of conspiracy theory but hear me
Throw a business perspective, it makes more sense
Cause moreover, that's we go to war over
And numbers don't lie we do Bush and Gore over
markets make money disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture,
Smart nigga the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?
But exec's are like, "You from Where your diamonds at?"

Can't the game
If you lookin for the money or the (oh-ohh)
The players and the rules ain't (oh no)
But see we to leave a name
So we're out

Technique]
Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and get played
people get robbed and, broke niggaz paid
New York, London, Chicago, and L.A.
Miami, D.C., and out in the Bay

We're it out of the frame
See we deserve to that claim
If we it's a cryin shame
we're concerned about is how to turn it out

[Immortal
Show me a pretty girl, with the world to her
And I bet you there's a that's tired of fuckin her
Lots of niggaz girls is someone one night stand
I probably made some bitches nervous with they man (ha ha)
And if that offends somebody, I'm sorry, you!
What you think, don't like to fuck too?
You just gotta beware of dangerous
Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a
Until they get or clap from a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out, you know who you be
Look, people are only players cause they got played
And have not, let go of that, shit the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, sucks, doesn't it?
But you shouldn't fuck up else's life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you
Before jail or racist cops, that's what the is

Recognize the
See who's the one to place that
We gettin in a cycle of pain
With a generation headed the drain
Time we it out

[Immortal
This is how pimps get pimped and players get
Beautiful women get, on and gangstas sprayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix,
Texas, Vegas, and fuckin Louisiana

Regardless of you payin
spendin, hold a watch and a chain
But can't offer your a thang
What the is goin on in your brain?
We gon' it out

Technique]
Yeah, I'm not a rapper, I'm not a backpacker (ha ha ha)
I'm not a rapper, moonlighting as a bad actor
I treat labels the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony building and piss in the
Cater to hustlers, crooks and smugglers
Bootleg my own album, to customers (yeah)
Every city, and country, the hood love me
Even Aborigines, in Australia me
They say fans are all the color of talcum
But who the fuck you buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major record and ask 'em
But there's some, devils in in hip-hop
that belong at Republican fundraisers Kid Rock (bitch!)
I hope one of my fans has one of kids shot
And blames it on Acid, and Slipknot
You a pussy actin hard like a cop
I'll drop you to the like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and on you, like a highway pit stop
And make, revolutionaries out of kids used to flip rocks
The government, 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, itself right on track (how?)
First as a tragedy, and then the begins (why?)
Cause funny, motherfuckers don't see it come around again

(I.T.)]
Where, can we be (FUCK we gon' be free man?)
We only live our lives
our lives, with our eyes open
Open your eyes your eyes
You motherfuckers - you stupid motherfuckers
Open eyes, before you die