Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast like yeast
To peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is it never haunts me
While, style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's
It's like a cycle, niggas home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material things in this life of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
New surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the
You told boo you was wiling
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block