Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology - Raekwon

Intro: Raekwon (plus sample of Tony having an argument)

"I told you a long time ago you fuckin little
not to ME."
"Hey hey, who the you think you goin for huh?!"
"Who the you think I am your fuckin dough-boy?"
"You go to war?... Wanna go to war, OK?"

up on half a mil, we build
Get God, taking you on another one Son
Uhh, Igleasias
Makin like that nigga

Verse One: Killer

Yo, first of all son, peep the
Many I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the for the rapture
I handglide, holdin on strong, to capture
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's
Then I react, like a convict, and start killin
It's manifested, the Gods work appliances
in my cypher I revolve around sciences
The ninth chamber, nigga trapped my hallway
You try to flee but you got up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, right to the
Your whole is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
While I'll be by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin niggaz off airplanes CASH RULES
around me black as you can see
Swallow this murder one verse God degree
analyze my soundtrack for satisfaction
You adapt a flashback chain reaction

Two: Raekwon the Chef

Just a son...
AK's bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street knowin my steez black
Ron G, you know he coincide me see
Marvelous, fo' Society
But anyway, toast, champagne thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the
Phonograph put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, by shit
Do or die shit, take your lie and shit
And then you know I'm through the penal foul
child was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one kid
No I'm not a nid
Too much to get for cause six niggaz got
stuck, and the nigga was truck
Yo fuck that, rap
Speakers stay jet black in the flyest Ac
Nigga... it!

Outro:

Much go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil ice niggaz