Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
To conquer peace leaving 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 leaf I hold heat,
I'm raunchy, the things I do is it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas 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
Props is a thug's wife
like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the
Catch the most on tape, disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, like children, staring
Them niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material things in this life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
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, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot
Hurry up I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your back the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block