Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To conquer leaving 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 I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the things in life
Props is a true thug's
It's like a cycle, niggas home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas mad money
True 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
older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are in your baggage
Oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's 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 for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
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
Shoot-outs 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 the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come 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 wringer
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from
class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed baby oil and shit
man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block