Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the
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 Star when you home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown these niggas actin they hurtin'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope 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' 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 caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a brought nines to test with minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold
flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many 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 named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New York was ancient
the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck 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 shit
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Son? God

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