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 coke by the seconds
Niggas filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a when you come home
bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And uptown niggas actin like they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I 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
Look beat up, with two fiends huggin' your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
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
Night time with spics
Extra live, he claimed he 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 ancient
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't though, truck loads of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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

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 Son? Knowledge God