Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *long sniff*
Plug, *sniff* yo
*snort* word yo, *s-snort*
You know, you know we had the baddest motherfuckin
*long sniff* unit in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know
You know that, you what I'm sayin?
I all my niggaz, though, believe me
And never forget none of them
Word up, up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know 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, 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 throw shit in they
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 CREAM, and upstate
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a 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 niggaz like they hurtin
Keys a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
look beat up, two crack fiends huggin your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

Chorus:

Yo my niggas always yellin that broke shit
get money Son, now you wanna smoke 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 named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin fat Milano
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest many minks
Night time rollin with
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Sixteen shots in his
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

2X

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