Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long
Plug, *sniff* yo
*snort* yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest
*long unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I that
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 what I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all wild-ass niggaz man
You what 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 shit go on the of three, though

Fake niggaz shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm
And uptown these niggaz actin like they
Keys twenty-four a
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why 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
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin your up
I took care of that, though, but don't bout it
I got your back

Raekwon

Yo why's my niggas yellin that broke shit
Let's get Son, now you wanna smoke shit
God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin a Vigor
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many
Night time rollin spics
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Sixteen shots in his
And his pet piranha, he named him
ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I can't though, truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

2X

Yeah uh huh, uh huh, Miami
Word up, show 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 make moves and like grease
Moves and slide like