Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in they
Club nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and
World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God more 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 bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but don't bout it
I got your back

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought to test with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest many minks
time rollin' with spics
Extra live, he he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin' ganja, his weed paisandra
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
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' broke shit
get money Son, now you want to smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's today's Son? Knowledge God

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