Luyện nghe bài hát Pac Blood

The Shakespeare at 16, my ink pen
Made a of me but my dick was too thin
Painting pictures of me but never get my chin...
One writing scriptures tears to the princes
time I indent, you can see the intent
Leave your mind bent, on the every sentence
Have no apprentice, style
Laughing at you peasants cause my penmanship is
I'm never in the present, eyes get
I'm the hero cause my words give a ride
And they feel inside, I say the perfect words for em
Some say I'm a prophet the visions I get cursed for
Leave them all astonished, ride with the
Make a grown man cry with shrimp on the

Tears to Lisa, Medusa to liquid
Make Gandhi grab the while they shoot shit
Rhymes that the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Virgin Mary doing in the pick-up
Make Sarah deep-throat til she hiccup
run his bitch doing stick-ups
Rhymes so real, thought I it at? hood
me in my dreams that these niggas is not good
What's in the portfolio? than polio
so personal, my mind can't listen to
Oh so original, extra-crispy
? Bakowski, soda-pop
World Match never be the one, your time's done
Bomb filling smelling like napalm, your day's
Electric? with a blue fuse and a loose
Maya Angelou child with her notebook
Spitting like with a tooth missing
Tom Greene to men, women and children
sacred, hid in the basement
Await my next peace at a engagement
walk for miles just to hear that sound
Start to get more power than the one that a crown

Tears to Mona Lisa, to liquid
Make Gandhi the burner while they shoot shit
Rhymes that the Pope wanna get his dick sucked
Had Mary doing lines in the pick-up
Make Palin deep-throat til she hiccup
Had? run his bitch stick-ups
so real, thought I wrote it at? hood
Told me in my dreams that these is not good