Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Graffiti

I'm like a panther in the dark silent when I the paper
a dagger in your heart when I write I leave a mark
I seen a narc before even bark
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
Coindentally the same fate was for me
My AK's my lawyer when it's on, it for me

Vacate the case acquitted when your face get splitted
I stay 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 numb your jaw
My is on consignment just in case you wanted more
are furious, I reign imperious
Niggas ain't fuckin' me son, I'm dead serious

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

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

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

I was corrupted by drug supply, fly and buckin' nines
up at the skies 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 pen's immortal like mommy in 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 remain uncovered the industry didn't want me in
And try to condemn me

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

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

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