Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

Through the lights 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 leaving savages to roam in the streets
on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom the system that 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 they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

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

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future stacks so I
Thousands of bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
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 through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, 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 bashed to turn the dial
You told 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
man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the