Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw shit in drinks
Club we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort by the seconds
Niggas projects filled fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a when you come home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And these niggas actin 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, weed the up, to top it off
Look beat up, two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry it
I got your back

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to with minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin' spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky stayed the of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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