Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To conquer peace leaving savages to in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it haunts me
While, funny style roll in the pile
Rooster profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's
It's like a cycle, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material in this wild life of war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come not remembering
Made bail with 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 bashed to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's from Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block