Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with fiends
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
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 your bitch, she was up in cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two fiends huggin' your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test with
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with minks
Night time rollin' spics
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Took shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, 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 yellin' that broke shit
Let's get Son, now you want to smoke shit
God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Yo my niggas 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

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