Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While of Sport niggas snort coke 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 when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my 3G
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, why Poppy got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in cat's room
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the vigor
flicks, tyin up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy with many minks
Night time rollin' with
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, his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

Yo why's my niggas always yellin' that 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 my niggas always yellin' 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

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