Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the arise like yeast
To conquer peace savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that my son
Smoke a gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty 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
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust niggas mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, little children, staring
Them older niggas caring
circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my feel 'em like swords

With the leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't jack 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 young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your back the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come not remembering
Made bail with size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got bashed to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen ice picks
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block