Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, funny style niggas in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding inside 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, back, do the same shit again
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

bullets bust 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, licking plates
In the building niggas building, little children, staring
Them older niggas ain't
circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

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