Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Graffiti

I'm like a panther in the silent when I strike the paper
Like a dagger in your heart when I write I a mark
I seen a narc before they bark
Told son, "Leave the block" get money upstairs
In case the currency is

Beat a man who plot against me, God me
My enemies die in the and my heat is empty
Coindentally the same fate was for me
My AK's my lawyer when on, it represent for me

Vacate the sentence case acquitted your face get splitted
I stay spittin' with grace, glistenin'
Gray timberlands, my niggas face
But we could either live, die, or face imprisonment take a hit of

Uncut raw, a taste will numb jaw
My rhyme is on just in case you wanted more
Lyrics are furious, I reign
ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious

Streets personify me like heat I beside me
I be, the most underrated lyrical
Drug related who gun be blazin' in the projects
A prosperous block is subject to conquest

Where I'm a fiend is selling heated for five jungs
Dealers scatter when D's or Y
R.I.P. is written on for people who die young
And niggas either dream of B-balling, or to be

it's hard for me to write, 'Son, the streets calling'
Patience is a virtue, temptation hurt you
And sentence to a bid, fake friends will desert you
Til' you're assed out screaming life's a bitch that you
I expect a fake nigga to feel this
Look in my eyes, stare at the

I was corrupted by drug supply, fly and buckin' nines
Looking up at the skies thinking I'm too to die
Thoughts are though we were taught not to sin
Supreme court and death got a nigga losing of friends

My pen's immortal like in heaven no man can harm you
An army of with true love is there to guard you
Tell my dog blue, I love him like a brother the shit
Three bricks remain uncovered the industry didn't me in
And try to condemn me

Sprewell of rap, even try to suspend me
Yet a thug rise people are snakes, and justice is blind
My is my gun at my side,
Son I write with the trifeness engraved

the shots that left big and pac lifeless
The realness some try to this
Despite fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness
I'm a key you three grams cut in it

If you want it I don't give a fuck,
Rapper drug dealer, slash I bust my gun, nigga
Slash your face a rug, nigga
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