Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *long sniff*
Plug, word yo
*snort* yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest
*long sniff* 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 none of them
up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you what I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these niggaz man
You what I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah
is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin 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
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
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 actin they hurtin
Keys a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this room
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two crack huggin your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back

Chorus:

Yo why's my niggas always 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 like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo with his chick, rockin a gold
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
shots in his fishtank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin ganja, callin his weed
Claimin New York was ancient
the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

2X

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