Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long
Plug, word 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 that, you know what I'm sayin?
I all my niggaz, though, believe me
And I'll never forget of them
up, word up
Stovetop, Roofside, you know what I'm
I had these motherfuckin, all wild-ass niggaz man
You what 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 shit go on the of three, though

Fake niggaz throw shit in 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 more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the be a Star when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my 3G
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggaz actin like they
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 cat's
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
look beat up, with two fiends huggin your seed up
I took care of that, though, but worry bout it
I got your back

Raekwon

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

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

2X

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