Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in they
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and
While World of Sport niggas coke by the seconds
Niggas filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you home
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggas like they hurtin'
Keys a brick
be on some bullshit, that's 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 cat's
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your up
I care of that, though, but don't worry 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 mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
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
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
Took shots in his fist to bank
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 front though, truck of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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 today's mathematic Knowledge God

Yo why's my niggas always that broke shit
get money 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 yellin' that broke shit
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