Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort by the seconds
Niggas projects filled fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the be a Star when you come home
Light bones and let you 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 some bullshit, why Poppy got hit
tuned, word up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I your bitch, she was up in this cat's room
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got back though

Yo why's my niggas always yellin' 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 Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a nigga, picture 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, chest with many minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his fist to
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I can't though, truck loads of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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

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