Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Graffiti

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

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

Vacate the sentence case acquitted when face get splitted
I spittin' with grace, chain 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 consignment just in case you more
are furious, I reign imperious
Niggas ain't fuckin' with me son, I'm serious

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

Where I'm from a 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 either of B-balling, or to be balling

Sometimes it's for me to write, 'Son, the streets calling'
Patience is a virtue, temptation hurt you
And sentence to a bid, your friends will desert you
Til' you're out screaming life's a bitch that burnt you
I don't expect a fake nigga to feel
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 lots of

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

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

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

If you want it I give a fuck, nigga
Rapper slash drug dealer, I bust my gun, nigga
Slash your face a rug, nigga
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