Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is it never haunts me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
Rooster profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

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

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by things in this wild life of war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot
Hurry up I'm next on line
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the
You told your boo you was
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 stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block