Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw shit in drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of Sport niggas coke by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a when you come home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And uptown these actin like they hurtin'
Keys a brick
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, the fuck up, to top it off
beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but worry bout it
I got your back

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo with his chick, the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest many minks
Night time with spics
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Took shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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

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