Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it haunts me
While, funny style niggas in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty in life
Props is a true wife
like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

Perhaps bullets niggas discuss mad money
True lies and 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 children, staring
older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your
Oh, one's now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending
Two and two four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em swords

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging for slot time
Hurry up I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back the hall, new niggas slide through
doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail with different size on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block