Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk shit to me in L.A., would live
Cause brown rolls deeper red or blue, ever did
I got bullets that'll rip yo' ribs
More painful watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, me the ASCAP
Or America Biggie and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the underground is grimy and
'til find your body on a fuckin highway in Jersey
I fire at generic topics
Your don't hold weight, like two-dimensional objects
jail culture didn't give you that fitted hat
to memorize a ghostwritten verse and spit it back
I won't let your wack redefine lyricism
For a whole generation with fathers in prison
You live inside the of an era that's gone
government officials tryin to justify Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, like they momma
And they was responsible for the homicide
And I don't market revolution, I it
you think cause you fake everyone else is a gimmick?
Jealous bickering, slaves, the nerve of you
Like a child prostitute born into a life of
Until we murder you, the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the streets I prefer to be

Immortal Technique]
Hollywood drive-by, murder-fest
Weed clouds in the air, that cause
Revolucion, you heard of it
I light the spliff with the flag, while I'm it
drive-by, sprayin the cucarachas
War with the system like the streets of
Yeah, revolucion, you scared of it?
Well it's comin to the industry now, so be for it

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them raps
While most of these gangsta are some full-fledged rats
on some bullshit tracks, I spit them full [scratches]
You're on some {*scratches*} you're on some bull [scratches]

You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them raps
While most of these gangsta are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay strapped in combat
What you see in the videos is full-on
The streets don't you homie
Armageddon in the rap game is and we lead the army
Rock tear a out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is what they hip-hop now?
I keep that metro out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is through money, it's about to extinct
You the radio tryin to kill rap with that shit
The only dyin is the DJ's when the K spit
We're here to CEO's, and up A&R's
I'm takin your like crashing your game of cards
is how I eat holmes, I would give you buzz
And the life of these stars for this thing of ours

[Sick
Yeah, uhh
I'm from the city of falling stars, the home of hard
Waiting for them at the Radio Hall to snatch 'em out their fucking cars
'em for what they are - NARCs, jakes, snake informants
Feeding us horse shit, blaze up all of
They say doesn't exist
Rappers talking hard dressed up punk rock kids
Pumped up by corporate endorsement, dead corpses are voiceless
No one hears ya homie, ya little fame is
send little homies foreclosure
like bankers, cause you owe us the
For the lifestyle that many died, jailed up in storage
Leaving of us hopeless, homies radio focused
What we're got 'em all afraid
Give me the K, I'll be to ignite the flame
that'll, burn the game, what's fame? Keep it
A movement, a war, motherfucker you sleepin