Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology - Raekwon

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

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

Comin up on half a mil, we
Get real God, taking you on one Son
Uhh, Igleasias
CREAM like that nigga

Verse One: Ghostface

Yo, first of all son, peep the
Many brothers I be sparkin and bustin mad light the dark
me dough snatcher, just the brother for the rapture
I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and militant
I react, like a convict, and start killin shit
It's manifested, the Gods work like
Dealin in my 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, to the essence
Your frame is smothered in dirt, now how you restin
While I'll be by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin niggaz off cause 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

Verse Two: the Chef

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

Outro:

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