Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Graffiti

I'm like a panther in the dark silent when I the paper
Like a dagger in heart when I write I leave a mark
I seen a narc before they bark
son, "Leave the block" get that money upstairs
In case the currency is

a man who plot against me, God forgive me
My die in the street and my heat is empty
Coindentally the same fate was for me
My AK's my when it's on, it represent for me

the sentence case acquitted when your face get splitted
I stay spittin' grace, chain glistenin'
timberlands, my niggas face predicaments
But we could either live, die, or face take a hit of this

Uncut raw, a will numb your jaw
My rhyme is on consignment just in you wanted more
are furious, I reign imperious
Niggas ain't with me son, I'm dead serious

Streets personify me like heat I beside me
I be, the most underrated lyrical
Drug nigga who gun be blazin' in the projects
A prosperous drug block is to conquest

I'm from a fiend is selling heated for five jungs
Dealers when D's or Y come
R.I.P. is written on for people who die young
And niggas dream of B-balling, or to be balling

Sometimes hard for me to write, 'Son, the streets calling'
is a virtue, temptation I'll hurt you
And sentence to a bid, your fake friends will you
Til' you're out screaming life's a bitch that burnt you
I don't expect a fake nigga to this
Look in my eyes, at the realness

I was corrupted by drug supply, fly kicks and nines
Looking up at the thinking I'm too young to die
Thoughts are conquering though we taught not to sin
court and death got a nigga losing lots of friends

My pen's like mommy in heaven no man can harm you
An army of angels with true is there to guard you
Tell my dog blue, I him like a brother the deep shit
Three bricks uncovered the industry didn't want me in
And try to condemn me

Sprewell of rap, even try to suspend me
Yet a thug nigga people are snakes, and justice is blind
My is my gun at my side,
Son I write with the trifeness enticing

the shots that left big and pac lifeless
The realness some try to conceal
Despite fact, niggas can't match my lyrical illness
I'm a key you grams with cut in it

If you want it I give a fuck, nigga
Rapper slash dealer, slash I bust my gun, nigga
Slash your face with a rug,
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