Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
my wisdom with 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 style niggas in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true wife
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas discuss mad
True and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, 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 your
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, niggas rocking all the real worth
questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun my crew feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
by material things 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 inside the
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot
Hurry up duke I'm on line
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like yo, you're staring 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 faggot ass got bashed to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
you heard 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 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the