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 peace leaving to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the that imprisoned my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with minds on the pretty things in life
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
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

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

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