Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw in they drinks
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
World of Sport niggas 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 when you come home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggas actin like hurtin'
twenty-four 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 this room
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but worry bout it
I got back though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without figures
Condo his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, 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 die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky stayed the of grey, like her-on
I front though, truck loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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 chill
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

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