Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
niggas in the house
You know
Niggas sit down and play pool and

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

[Verse 1:
Raised off a block, you know the pattern
Black Reeboks all day, be it captain
Posing in ostrich, Galoshes
Clear gazelles diamonds in the boxes
Weight game spiral, sneaker game
Front on me, see twenty-four
Drug niggas I hang with, hold up let me shit
is listening, calicoes rang quick
Thugs blow alcohol, white bitches, all
So fuck the ass or something, yup it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much it's elastic
Fuck with the Jews, Crews, and black
Might a man, the heart that'll shake a man
the bones out of ya skin, wake up fam
We the veterans, so many little niggas feather
One corny dub, drown you in your kid
look thirsty, whats the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check liars
Pull the gold out of your with rusty pliers
Take the flyers nigga

Raekwon]
Yo, yo, you already know what is
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 your chest out your champion shirt nigga

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm from the home of the con
Raised to be a rotten
Rob nigga, ninja
You know I got small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, not authentic
Nah, these niggas half-baked crab
Bitch is Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
Show no pity, city niggas out-of-town rate
While you niggas sending wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my shoes, making major boss moves
Dead alone, the wrong movie it'll cost you
Old cats want corner back, you know how Moss do
They to keep up with him
You and eat dust nigga
I'm to heat up nigga
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 farmer and I the rest is history

3: T.I.]
We a small house, dropping off an eight ball
To a big deal, mil up in my escrow
You walk up with chest swoll, make it deflate
Been getting keys since we were a Enyce
Now cool we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
I you from my shoe nigga
My wife say it's a shame how I do
I say "you want me to starve out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a handle all you
Like the bitch you are
Don't make me get you out that car and get to in that shit
While you poppin' off? At point you knowing with 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, tell your momma pick the casket
Hope it make her better, you were dead the first year
He suffer but he still a dead muthafucka
no bullets in the gun, you know you scared muthafucka
And I'm still a Bankhead
the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka
I I'm still a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the muthafucka

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