Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas throw shit in drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come
bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggas like they hurtin'
twenty-four 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 your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back

Yo why's my niggas always yellin' that shit
Let's get money Son, now you want to 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 owner Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo with his chick, rockin' the vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night 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
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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