Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort by the seconds
Niggas filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the be a Star when you come home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And these niggas actin like they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry it
I got your though

Yo why's my niggas always that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you want to shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't Allah
What's today's mathematic Son? God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo with his chick, the gold vigor
flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin' spics
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to
And his pet piranha, he named him
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was 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

Yo my niggas always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

Yo my niggas always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

Yo why's my niggas yellin' that broke shit
get money Son, now you want to smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God