Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to in the streets
on the run, police 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 never me
While, funny style roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty in life
Props is a true wife
like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Perhaps bullets bust niggas mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the niggas building, like little children, staring
Them older niggas ain't
circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real
questioning, rooftop cats 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 pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
What I strive for is I live for
by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad and the ball 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 blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
New jacks surrendering, come not remembering
Made bail with 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 your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the