Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw shit in they
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport snort coke by the seconds
Niggas filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown these actin like they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
Look up, with two crack fiends 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 smoke
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, karate
drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't though, truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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

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

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