Luyện nghe bài hát Reverse Pimpology

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

I'd rather be rich and unhappy than and miserable
the game don't give a FUCK if you lyrical
And that's pitiful, so my position is
You can me all you like but you worship the principle
I revolution, the government's not invincible
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, pimpin you
All up in the hood like and liquor
Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the nigga (woo!)
You leery of conspiracy theory but 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 Gore
Free make money disingenuously
But I in agriculture, biochemistry
Smart nigga the hood, pussy, what type of crime is that?
But are like, "You from Harlem? Where your diamonds at?"

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

Technique]
Yeah, this is how pimps get 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 tearin it out of the
See we deserve to stake claim
If we didn't it's a cryin
What we're concerned is how to turn it out

[Immortal
Show me a girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you a brother that's tired of fuckin her
Lots of girls is someone else's 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 fuck
You just beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya head like a kufi, some rappers that they live in a movie
Until they get or clap from a groupie
And I need to shout you out, nigga you know who you be
Look, most people are only players cause they got
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 up someone else's life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you
Before jail or racist cops, that's the problem is

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

[Immortal
This is how pimps get pimped and get played
women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix,
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and fuckin

Regardless of money you
Just spendin, hold a watch and a
But can't your children a thang
the hell is goin on in your brain?
We turn it out

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

(I.T.)]
Where, can we be free? (FUCK we be free man?)
We only wanna our lives
Live our lives, with our eyes
Open eyes open your eyes
You stupid motherfuckers - you motherfuckers
Open your eyes, you die