Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
To conquer peace savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat,
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they on the pretty things in life
is a true thug's wife
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
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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

the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by things in this wild 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 jack in my lab, wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot
up duke I'm next on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail with 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 trying to turn the
You told boo you was wiling
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with oil and shit
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