Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake throw shit in they drinks
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit 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', I'm jerkin
And these niggas actin like they hurtin'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope 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' your up
I took care of that, though, but worry bout it
I got your though

Yo why's my niggas always 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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, chest with many minks
Night time rollin' with
Extra live, he he couldn't die, top rank
sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his paisandra
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't though, truck loads of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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