Luyện nghe bài hát Reverse Pimpology

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

I'd rather be rich and unhappy broke and miserable
Cause the game give a FUCK if you lyrical
And that's pitiful, so my is pivotal
You can hate me all you like but you 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, we know you got the cure nigga (woo!)
You leery of conspiracy 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 Bush and over
Free make money disingenuously
But I invest in agriculture,
Smart nigga from the hood, pussy, what type of crime is
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 and the rules ain't changed (oh no)
But see we tryin to leave a
So we're out

[Immortal
Yeah, this is how get pimped and players get played
Rich 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 didn't a cryin shame
What we're concerned is how to turn it out

[Immortal
me a pretty girl, with the world stuck to her
And I bet you there's a brother tired of fuckin her
Lots of niggaz girls is someone else's one stand
I probably made bitches nervous listenin with they man (ha ha)
And if offends somebody, I'm sorry, fuck you!
you think, revolutionaries don't like to fuck too?
You gotta beware of dangerous coochie
ya head 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 players cause they got
And have not, let go of that, since the 7th grade
Yeah you got heart broke, life sucks, doesn't it?
But you shouldn't fuck up someone else's life of it
did your mother like that, that's why you fatherless
Before jail or cops, that's what the problem is

Recognize the
See who's the one to place blame
We gettin trapped in a of pain
With a generation headed down the
Time we it out

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

Regardless of you payin
Just spendin, a watch and a chain
But can't your children a thang
What the hell is on in your brain?
We turn 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 like the projects, I'm a hater (what!)
Go to the building and piss in the elevator
Cater to hustlers, crooks and cheap
my own album, to reach customers (yeah)
Every city, state and country, the hood me
Aborigines, in Australia bump me
They say underground fans are all the of talcum
But who the you think buy 50 and Jay albums?
Who the you think made Snoop and Dre platinum?
Call up any record label and ask 'em
But there's some, in disguise in hip-hop
that belong at fundraisers with Kid Rock (bitch!)
I hope one of my fans has one of your kids
And it on Acid, Prozac and Slipknot
You a pussy actin like 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 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, motherfuckers don't see it come around

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