Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and
While World of Sport niggas snort by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star you come home
bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown niggas actin like they hurtin'
Keys a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, 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 crack fiends huggin' your up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry it
I got your though

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

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin' spics
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New York was Babylon
the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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

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