Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Graffiti

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

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

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

Uncut raw, a taste numb your jaw
My rhyme is on consignment just in case you wanted
Lyrics are furious, I imperious
Niggas fuckin' with me son, I'm dead serious

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

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

Sometimes it's hard for me to write, 'Son, the calling'
Patience is a virtue, temptation I'll you
And sentence to a bid, your fake friends desert you
Til' assed out screaming life's a bitch that burnt you
I don't 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 I'm too young to die
Thoughts are conquering though we taught not to sin
Supreme court and death got a nigga losing lots of

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

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

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

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