Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by then the arise like yeast
To conquer peace savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the that imprisoned my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the things in life
Props is a thug's wife
It's like a cycle, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material things in this life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lab, wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging for slot time
up duke I'm next on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with size kicks on, a white dress 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 boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from
High class cooks, throw on vests out of books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 with baby oil and shit
man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block