Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit 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 actin they hurtin'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen bitch, she was up in this 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 don't bout it
I got your though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to with minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many
time rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
New York was ancient 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 why's my niggas always yellin' that shit
Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke
Chill God, yo the Son don't Allah
What's today's Son? Knowledge God

Yo why's my 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 today's mathematic Knowledge God

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