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 than and miserable
the game don't give a FUCK if you lyrical
And that's pitiful, so my position is
You can hate me all you but you worship the principle
I inspire revolution, the government's not
Vietnam to Venezuela, trick knowledge, pimpin you
All up in the hood like McDonald's and
Selling AIDS medicine, when we know you got the nigga (woo!)
You leery of theory but hear me
Throw a business perspective, it more sense clearly
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 from the hood, pussy, what type of is that?
But exec's are like, "You from Where your diamonds at?"

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

[Immortal
Yeah, this is how pimps get pimped and get played
Rich people get robbed and, broke niggaz
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 that claim
If we didn't it's a cryin
What we're concerned is how to turn it out

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

Recognize the
See the one to place that blame
We trapped in a cycle of pain
a generation headed down the drain
Time we it out

Technique]
This is how pimps get and players get played
Beautiful women get, cheated on and gangstas
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix,
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and Louisiana

Regardless of you payin
Just spendin, hold a watch and a
But can't offer 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, 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, and cheap smugglers
Bootleg my own album, to reach (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood me
Even Aborigines, in bump me
They say fans are all the color of talcum
But who the fuck you think buy 50 and Jay
Who the you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any major label and ask 'em
But there's some, in disguise in hip-hop
that at Republican fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your shot
And blames it on Acid, and Slipknot
You a pussy actin hard like a cop
I'll you to the floor like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and shit on you, like a highway pit
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?)
as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny, don't see it come around again

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