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 you goin for huh?!"
"Who the fuck you think I am your dough-boy?"
"You wanna go to war?... go to war, OK?"

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

One: Ghostface Killer

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

Verse Two: the Chef

Just a son...
AK's bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez
Ron G, you know he coincide me see
Marvelous, fo' Society
But anyway, let's toast, thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns the nose
Phonograph put me on top
'Lo wears, and Hil fly shit with a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, drive by
Do or die shit, take your lie and shit
And then you know I'm runnin through the penal
Four-toothed was wild
The old lady snitched, but fuck it, you know it, one kid
No I'm not a nid
Too to get for what cause 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 rockin