Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To conquer peace leaving to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat,
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 Riker's
Holding weed inside pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's
like 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 through the
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building niggas building, little children, staring
Them older ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my crew 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material things in wild life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't keep in my lab, don't 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 niggas for time
up duke I'm next on line
And the fuck 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 yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
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
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of books
niggas 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