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 seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star you come home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown these actin like they hurtin'
Keys a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, 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, weed the up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack huggin' your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got back though

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

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

Yo why's my always yellin' that broke shit
get money Son, now you want to smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Son? God

Yo my niggas 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 mathematic Knowledge God

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