Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* sniff*
Plug, *sniff* 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 that Son, I know that
You know that, you know what I'm
I all my niggaz, though, believe me
And I'll never forget none of
up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these niggaz man
You know I'm sayin, LB?
yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overall, 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 throw shit in drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of Sport snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with injectin
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star you come home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm
And these niggaz actin like they hurtin
Keys a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in cat's room
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two crack fiends your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry it
I got your though

Raekwon

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

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

2X

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