Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw shit in drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
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 to see you in June
By the way, I seen bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' seed up
I took care of that, though, but worry bout it
I got back though

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

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

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 Allah
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

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

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