Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* sniff*
Plug, word yo
word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you we had the baddest motherfuckin
sniff* unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know
You know that, you know I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz, though, me
And I'll never forget none of
up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm
I had these motherfuckin, all these niggaz man
You know I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin
yeah yeah yeah
Word up,
You know how we do, up
So you let my go on the count of three, though

Fake niggaz shit in they drinks
Club we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with injectin
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come
Light bones and let you rock my 3G
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm
And uptown these actin like they hurtin
twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got back though

Chorus:

Yo why's my always yellin that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you wanna shit
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

Fly cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga dope figures
Condo with his chick, a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy with many minks
Night time with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
Sixteen in his fishtank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin ganja, callin his paisandra
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I front though, truck loads of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

2X

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami
Word up, show your
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all,
Word up, London, Europe,
up, the fifty-two states, yeah
Catch me later, up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and slide grease
Moves and slide grease