Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw shit in they
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
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', cats I'm
And uptown these niggas like they hurtin'
Keys a brick
Colombians be on bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen bitch, she was up in this cat's room
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back

Yo why's my niggas always yellin' broke 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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without figures
Condo his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New was ancient Babylon
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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

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

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