Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with fiends
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a when you come home
Light and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And these niggas actin like they hurtin'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your up
I took care of that, though, but don't bout it
I got your back

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
today'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' fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night time rollin' spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen shots in his fist to
And his pet piranha, he named him
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New was ancient Babylon
the sky stayed the color of grey, like her-on
I can't though, truck loads of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

Yo my niggas 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 Knowledge God

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

Yo why's my niggas always 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