Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to the globe
When I'm deceased, by the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving 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 hold heat,
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, style niggas roll in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
True lies and guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, disintegrate
pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building niggas building, like little children,
Them older niggas ain't
circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real
Police questioning, cats invested in
in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

With the green leathers, hundred snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material things in wild life of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
Hurry up I'm next on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide
Like doors yo, 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
Your faggot ass got trying to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on out of phone books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well I'ma end this with a big red on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block