Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with fiends
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Chill Pah, the be a Star when 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'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this room
up, weed 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 worry it
I got your back

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
Selling 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
with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, chest with many minks
Night time with spics
Extra live, he he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I can't front though, loads of indo
to blow 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 don't Allah
today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

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 Son? 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 chill
today's mathematic Son? Knowledge God