Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

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

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, I'm jerkin
And uptown these actin like they hurtin
Keys twenty-four a
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 this cat's
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
look up, with two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

Raekwon

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo with his chick, rockin a Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't though, truck loads of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

2X

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