Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Graffiti

I'm like a panther in the dark silent I strike the paper
a dagger in your heart when I write I leave a mark
I seen a narc they even bark
son, "Leave the block" get that money upstairs
In case the is marked

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 when it's on, it represent for me

Vacate the sentence acquitted when your face get splitted
I spittin' with grace, chain glistenin'
Gray timberlands, my niggas face
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 case you wanted
Lyrics are furious, I reign
Niggas fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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