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 beast arise yeast
To conquer leaving savages to roam 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 gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
Rooster profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty in life
Props is a true thug's
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building building, like little children, staring
Them niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your
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, cats invested in
Trading in Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
Thousands of 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 ball
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot
Hurry up duke I'm next on
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 slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come not remembering
Made with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got bashed to turn 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 out of phone books
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 product on the