Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit 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', cats I'm
And uptown these actin like they hurtin'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope 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 fiends huggin' your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got back though

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

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen shots in his fist to
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't though, truck loads of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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