Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast like yeast
To conquer peace leaving 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 I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style roll in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they 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 womb to the tomb, presume the
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
by material things in this wild life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up I'm next on line
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail different 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 trying to turn the
You your boo you was wiling
you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block