Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in they
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the be a Star 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 bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I 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 fiends huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't bout it
I got back though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the 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, hairy with many minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his paisandra
Claimin New York was 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 yellin' broke shit
Let's get Son, now you want to smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't Allah
What's today's Son? 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 Allah
What's today's 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 Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God