Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology - Raekwon

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

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

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

Verse Two: the Chef

Just a son...
AK's bust back like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street niggaz 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 the nose
Phonograph put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit a knot
The witty live shit, drive by shit
Do or die shit, take your lie and shit
And then you know I'm through the penal foul
Four-toothed 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 floating in the Ac
Nigga... it!

Outro:

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