Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Intro: Raekwon,

*sniff* *drumbeat* *long
Plug, *sniff* yo
*snort* word yo, YouknowhatI'msayin?
*sniff* You know, you know we had the motherfuckin
*long unit back in the days, kid!
No doubt, no doubt, I know Son, I know that
You that, you know what I'm sayin?
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 motherfuckin, all these wild-ass niggaz man
You know I'm sayin, LB?
Yeah yeah yeah
is wild overall, youknowhatI'msayin God?
Yeah yeah yeah
Word up,
You know how we do, up
So you let my go on the count of three, though

Fake niggaz throw shit in they
Club 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
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star you come home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin, I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggaz like they hurtin
twenty-four a brick
Columbians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in 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 worry bout it
I got back though

Chorus:

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

Fly cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, bangin them fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without figures
Condo his chick, rockin a gold Vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with minks
Night rollin with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
Sixteen in his fishtank
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 front though, truck of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

2X

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