Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the
Niggas projects filled fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Chill Pah, the be a Star when you come home
bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown these niggas actin 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
up, weed the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack fiends huggin' your up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back

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

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

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

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

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