Luyện nghe bài hát Hollywood Driveby

[Immortal
Somebody talk to me in L.A., would never live
Cause brown deeper than red or blue, ever did
I got bullets that'll rip through yo'
painful than watchin R. Kelly piss on yo' kids
Here's the ultimatum motherfucker, me the ASCAP
Or give America and 2Pac flashbacks
Some niggaz don't think the is grimy and dirty
'til they find your body on a fuckin in Jersey
I rockets at generic topics
Your lyrics don't hold weight, two-dimensional objects
Cause jail culture didn't give you fitted hat
to memorize a ghostwritten verse and spit it back
I won't let your wack rhymes lyricism
For a whole generation with they fathers in
You live inside the of an era that's gone
Like government officials to justify Vietnam
I leave niggaz traumatized, like they momma
And they was for the drive-by homicide
And I don't revolution, I live it
What you think cause you fake else is a gimmick?
Jealous bickering, industry slaves, the of you
Like a child prostitute born into a of servitude
Until we you, makin the red carpet burgundy
With PsychoRealm in the streets I prefer to be

[Chorus: Technique]
Hollywood drive-by, motherfuckin
Weed clouds in the air, cause turbulence
Revolucion, you heard of it
I light the spliff the flag, while I'm burnin it
Hollywood drive-by, sprayin the
War the system like the streets of Oaxaca
Yeah, revolucion, you scared of it?
Well comin to the industry now, so be prepared for it

You're on some bullshit tracks, I them full-clip raps
While most of these gangsta rappers are some full-fledged
You're on some bullshit tracks, I spit them [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 rappers are some full-fledged rats
The real G's stay strapped in combat
What you see in the videos is full-on
The streets believe you homie
Armageddon in the rap game is and we lead the army
tear a tape out of yo' sounds
Got hostages in pink, this is what they hip-hop now?
I keep that shit out of my whip
Man that dummy rap is through makin money, about to extinct
You know the radio tryin to rap with that shit
The only dyin is the DJ's when the K spit
here to CEO's, and blow up A&R's
I'm takin your chips like crashing your of cards
is how I eat holmes, I would give you buzz
And take the of these stars for this thing of ours

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