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 peace leaving savages to roam in the
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 I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to 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 same shit
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

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

With the leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
What I for is what 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 up inside the shoebox
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
up duke I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with Green Bay hat
Watch your back the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from 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 in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the