Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To conquer peace leaving savages to in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it haunts me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in
is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the niggas building, like little children, staring
Them older ain't caring
Sirens circling are lurking in your baggage
Oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, sales bubble like Woolworth's
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, Cristal's pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

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