Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Graffiti

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

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

Vacate the sentence acquitted when your face get splitted
I spittin' with grace, chain glistenin'
timberlands, my niggas face predicaments
But we could either live, die, or face take a hit of this

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

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

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

Sometimes it's hard for me to write, 'Son, the streets
Patience is a virtue, I'll hurt you
And to a bid, your fake friends will desert you
Til' you're assed out screaming life's a bitch burnt you
I don't expect a nigga to feel this
Look in my eyes, stare at the

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

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

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

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

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