Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the
Niggas projects filled fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come 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'
Keys a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry it
I got your back

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

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to with minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main 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
Took shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, his weed paisandra
Claimin New was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, loads of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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 Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

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