Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in they
Club nights we snatch linx politic, and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the
Niggas filled with fiends injectin'
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 bones and let you rock my 3G
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And these niggas actin like they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why 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, the fuck up, to top it off
beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your though

Yo why's my niggas always 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 Son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Lavonia
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought to test with minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin' spics
Extra live, he he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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

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
today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

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