Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long
Plug, word yo
*snort* word yo, *s-snort*
*sniff* You know, you know we had the motherfuckin
*long sniff* unit in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I that
You know that, you know I'm sayin?
I all my niggaz, though, believe me
And I'll forget none of them
up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm
I had these motherfuckin, all these niggaz man
You know I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah
is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
Yeah yeah yeah
up, youknowhatI'msayin?
You know how we do, up
So you let my shit go on the count of three,

Fake niggaz shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport snort coke by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a when you come home
bones and let you rock my 3G stone
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, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two crack fiends your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

Raekwon

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin a gold
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy with many minks
Night rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
shots in his fishtank
And his pet piranha, he named him
ganja, callin his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient
the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

2X

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