Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*drumbeat* *long sniff*
Plug, word yo
*snort* word yo, YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest
sniff* unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know
You know that, you what I'm sayin?
I miss all my niggaz, though, me
And I'll never forget none of
Word up, up
Stovetop, Roofside, you what I'm sayin
I had motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
You know I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah
Shit is overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
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
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the
Niggaz filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
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 niggaz actin they hurtin
twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in cat's room
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two fiends huggin your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got back though

Chorus:

Yo why's my always yellin that broke shit
get money Son, now you wanna smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill
What's today's mathematic Son? God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike
Italiano, bangin them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy with many minks
time rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Sixteen shots in his
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin ganja, callin his weed
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I can't front though, truck loads of
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

2X

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, niggaz
Word up, your love
Yeah y'all, yeah y'all,
up, London, Europe, Africa
Word up, the fifty-two states,
Catch me later, word up, yeah,
About to moves and slide like grease
and slide like grease