Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

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

What niggas don't know the muthafucking
balls is nothing but blow
We gettin' money nigga. You know boy
Toast off nigga lets go man

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

[Intermission:
Yo, yo, you already know is nigga
This is not a game, this is not
This some shit that happened on a nigga
Most of them all nigga
Don't make me snatch your out your champion shirt nigga

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

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

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