Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in drinks
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of niggas snort coke by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God more CREAM, and upstate
Reek, almost got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come
Light bones and let you rock my 3G
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggas actin they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I hope to see you in
By the way, I seen 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' your up
I took care of that, though, but don't worry it
I got your back

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

Fly cashmere, last year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga brought to test with minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the without dope figures
with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with minks
time rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky stayed the of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

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