Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by the beast arise like yeast
To conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty in life
Props is a true wife
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

bullets bust niggas discuss mad money
True and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking
In the building building, like little children, staring
Them niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are in your baggage
Oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

With the green leathers, hundred pound and cakes
Fiends in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
stacks so I hold
Thousands of bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindling
New surrendering, come home not remembering
bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block