Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with fiends
Morphine, the God more 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', cats I'm
And uptown these niggas actin like they
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 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' seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't bout it
I got your back

Yo why's my niggas always yellin' 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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a brought nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo with his chick, rockin' the vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many
Night time rollin' with
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen shots in his to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I front though, truck loads of indo
Soon to slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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 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

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 Allah
today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God