Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* sniff*
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 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
Word up, up
Stovetop, Roofside, you what I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass man
You know I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah
Shit is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin
Yeah yeah yeah
Word up,
You how we do, word up
So you let my go on the count of three, though

Fake niggaz shit in they drinks
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggaz snort by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my 3G
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm
And uptown these niggaz actin 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 your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
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 always yellin that broke shit
Let's get Son, now you wanna smoke shit
God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's Son? Knowledge God

Fly cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, bangin them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the without dope figures
with his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy with many minks
Night rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Sixteen shots in his
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his paisandra
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

2X

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