Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas coke by the seconds
Niggas filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star you come home
bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown these actin like they hurtin'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I your 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 your back

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

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

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

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

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