Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* sniff*
Plug, *sniff* yo
word yo, *s-snort* YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you know we had the baddest
*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 miss all my niggaz, though, me
And I'll never none of them
up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know I'm sayin
I had these motherfuckin, all these wild-ass man
You what 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 of three, though

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
World of Sport niggaz snort coke by the seconds
Niggaz projects filled with fiends
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the be a Star when you come 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 hurtin
Keys a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this 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 my niggas always yellin that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin them fat
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin a gold
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin with
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
Sixteen in his fishtank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin ganja, callin his weed
Claimin New York was ancient
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
Word up, your love
Yeah y'all, y'all, yeah
Word up, London, Europe,
Word up, the states, yeah
Catch me later, up, yeah, yeah
About to make moves and like grease
Moves and slide like