Luyện nghe bài hát Reverse Pimpology

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

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

Can't the game
If you lookin for the or the fame (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
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 stake that
If we it's a cryin shame
What we're concerned about is how to it out

[Immortal
Show me a girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother that's tired of her
of niggaz girls is someone else's one night stand
I probably made 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 fuck
You just beware of dangerous coochie
Cover ya like a kufi, some rappers think that they live in a movie
Until they get herpes or clap a groupie
And I don't need to shout you out, nigga you who you be
Look, most people are only cause they got played
And have not, let go of that, shit the 7th grade
Yeah you got your heart broke, life sucks, it?
But you shouldn't fuck up someone life because of it
Someone did your mother like that, that's why you
jail or racist 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
This is how get pimped and players get played
women get, cheated on and gangstas sprayed
Jersey, Detroit, Denver, Phoenix,
Texas, Vegas, Seattle and Louisiana

Regardless of money you
spendin, hold a watch and a chain
But offer your children a thang
the hell is goin on in your brain?
We gon' 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 like the projects, cause I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the Sony and piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, and cheap smugglers
my own album, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood me
Even Aborigines, in bump me
They say underground fans are all the color of
But who the you think buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the fuck you think made Snoop and Dre
up any major record label 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 has one of your kids shot
And blames it on Acid, Prozac and
You a pussy actin hard a bitch cop
I'll you to the floor like a reverse wristlock
Eat your food and shit on you, like a pit stop
And make, revolutionaries out of kids that to flip rocks
The government, 9/11 to go to Iraq
And history, itself right on track (how?)
as a tragedy, and then the comedy begins (why?)
Cause it's funny, motherfuckers see it come around again

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