Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw shit in they
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you home
Light bones and let you rock my 3G
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown these niggas like they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
Colombians be on bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but worry bout it
I got back though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a brought nines to test with minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
time rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen shots in his fist to
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his paisandra
Claimin New was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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

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

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