Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club we snatch linx 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
Cousin Reek, almost got hit with
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star 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 they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
Colombians be on some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this room
Skeyed up, weed the 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 back though

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

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga dope figures
with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with minks
Night time with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't front though, truck of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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 today's mathematic Son? God

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

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 Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God