Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
Real in the house
You know
Niggas sit down and play and shit

What niggas know inside the muthafucking
Pool balls is nothing but
We money nigga. You already know boy
Toast off lets go man c'mon

1: Raekwon]
Raised off a knucklehead block, you the pattern
Black all day, let's be it captain
in ostrich, war-age Galoshes
Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the
Weight game spiral, game rival
on me, see twenty-four Caligos
Drug niggas I hang with, up let me change shit
Feds is listening, calicoes rang
Thugs blow alcohol, bitches, tap'em all
So fuck the ass or something, yup it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much dough elastic
Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and bits
Might break a man, the that'll shake a man
Smack the out of ya skin, wake up fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas skin
One corny dub, drown you in letter kid
Necks look thirsty, the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check liars
Pull the out of your mouth with rusty pliers
Take down the flyers

Raekwon]
Yo, yo, you already know is nigga
This is not a game, is not televised
This some shit happened on a train nigga
Most of them all nigga
Don't make me snatch your chest out champion shirt nigga

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm from the of the con pillars
Raised to be a rotten
Rob nigga, shot
You know I got small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not
Nah, these niggas half-baked crab
Bitch is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and a ground shake
no pity, charging city niggas out-of-town rate
While you little niggas sending wayne on an plate
I'm in my house shoes, making major boss
Dead alone, make the wrong movie it'll you
Old cats want they corner back, you how Moss do
They trying to keep up him
You starve and eat dust
I'm starting to heat up
shout "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, is Chess not checkers
Real finesse, a trying to molest the system
Black in jungle possessed with venom
D farmer and I the rest is history

3: T.I.]
We from a small house, dropping off an eight
To a big deal, thirty-six mil up in my
You walk up your chest swoll, make it deflate
Been getting keys we were wearing a Enyce
Now what we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
I shoot you from my nigga
My wife say it's a how I do niggas
I say "you me to starve them out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So why I'm a handle all you niggas
Like the that you are
Don't me get you out that car and get to going in that shit
While you poppin' off? At you knowing with this shit
We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in with this shit
Or wherever, know not where you better be at
Or else, your momma pick the casket herself
Hope it make her better, you were dead the first year
He suffer but he still a dead muthafucka
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared
And I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka
I said I'm still a muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the bread

T.I.]
say Yo B
Hustle G.D.O.D
the chef
T.I.P the
We cold to with this shit man
East Coast, Coast, Midwest
Mid-Alantic, North East, South
Patna I got the boy
Come me