Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by the beast arise like yeast
To conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom the system that 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 profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in
Props is a true thug's
like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, licking plates
In the niggas building, like little children, staring
Them older ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, crack bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Trading in Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my feel 'em like swords

the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad 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 with that Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with different size kicks on, a dress 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 your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
High cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with 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 on the block