Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the
Niggas projects filled fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come
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 a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
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 crack fiends huggin' seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't bout it
I got your though

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

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen shots in his to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I can't front though, truck of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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