Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by the beast arise like yeast
To peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system imprisoned my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a thug's wife
like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas mad money
lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, like children, staring
Them older niggas ain't
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 all the real worth
questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's pour
Gun wars my crew 'em like swords

With the leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't keep in my lab, don't 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 for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with oil and shit
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block