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 rich and unhappy broke and miserable
Cause the game don't give a if you lyrical
And that's pitiful, so my is pivotal
You can me all you like but you worship the principle
I revolution, the government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, they you
All up in the hood like McDonald's and
AIDS medicine, when we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)
You leery of theory but hear me
Throw a business perspective, it makes more clearly
Cause moreover, that's we go to war over
And numbers don't lie unless we do Bush and over
Free make money disingenuously
But I in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of is that?
But exec's are like, "You from Harlem? Where diamonds at?"

Can't the game
If you for the money or the fame (oh-ohh)
The players and the rules changed (oh no)
But see we tryin to leave a
So turnin out

[Immortal
Yeah, this is how get pimped and players get played
Rich people get 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 stake claim
If we it's a cryin shame
What we're about is how to turn it out

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

Recognize the
See who's the one to place blame
We trapped in a cycle of pain
With a generation down the drain
we turn it out

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

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

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

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