Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

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

Perhaps bullets bust niggas mad money
True and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, like little children,
Them older niggas caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, crack bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the worth
Police questioning, cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in wild life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the 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 Green Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made 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 faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well I'ma end this a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block