Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To conquer peace savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the
Rooster heads 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, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, like children, staring
Them niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in baggage
Oh, one's now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real
Police questioning, cats invested 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 leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material in this wild life of war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your inside the hall, new niggas slide through
doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New surrendering, come home 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
faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the