Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*drumbeat* *long sniff*
Plug, *sniff* yo
*snort* word yo, *s-snort*
*sniff* You know, you we had the baddest motherfuckin
*long sniff* back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know that Son, I know
You know that, you know I'm sayin?
I all my niggaz, though, believe me
And I'll never forget of them
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, God?
Yeah yeah yeah
Word up,
You how we do, word up
So you let my shit go on the count of three,

Fake niggaz throw shit in drinks
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects with fiends injectin
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, cats I'm
And uptown these niggaz actin like they
Keys a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
tuned, word up, I hope 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 huggin your up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

Raekwon

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

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner Mike Lavonia
Italiano, bangin them fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest many minks
Night time rollin with
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
shots in his fishtank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

2X

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