Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

One for you, one for me
Two for you, for me
for you...

What? smack fuck out ya
Smack fire out your fuckin ass, what the fuck you think is man?
Get the fuck up here man
So yo matter of fact, the man is back
[Ghostface] Think my head is than fuckin fire
[Raekwon] aight, this ain't even enough burn right here
ain't enough
[Ghostface] it man
We gonna shoot right over there
And yo niggaz got the big CREAM over there
So chill
[Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, up like tropical kid
Don't play me like I got a head kid
chill man
[Raekwon] On the real go get this money fast Son
I how we gotta do this kid
*shots
[Ghostface] Scrungy-head

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Lay on the crime scene, fine wines
nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes
They closed, we gettin loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard
go off and now a murder bout
I'm out
My raps play the part a Get Smart secret agent
in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Starks in a daze and
rhymin, my nigga Lou will wrap it up
We like to go and fuck with Noodles
them poodles on the lockdown buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, pharmecuetical
Rap on dust and wools
Yo, I told you, some kill rob and
The gold's untold, fuck it it beats
So stroll marvelous, soul
of the whole globe, god I got it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the high
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin
And get caught, the fully inflatable
Rap relatable, drug
Niggaz here to with you
A dollar Rottweiler goes to spot sellers
Guns and go to niggaz who got props
on top, niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a hundred
to momma, this rap wonderama team got drama
Comma, plus realize marijuana
Chef may resign to boat across the
Immaculate plus all my guns so
They get CREAM and the cuisine in
I told you, money stated the night beams, and two rings

Crazy fat, gettin ready to do shit
[Ghostface] mad shit man, what the fuck
*car and crashes*

Verse Ghostface Killer

Who's the Knucklehead, respect?
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money known
Lead singer, humdinger, is the aftermath
his photograph
Run up in his lab, take off the mask and think fast
laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his stash
Grab the gas, and place it in his face fast
The blast
...
skate to the next state
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy
Bagged up by the gates, in crates like disco
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it
burn the place before we motivate
Yo Blake, don't fink, rape his mate
if the bitch scream, for sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies found in lakes
related, paper talkin bout the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace, never the Big C Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, let's and sip an eighth

Verse U-God

The rap is on rap chrome
Put it on it on, we're silicone
it on your Talkathon
This rap phenomenon, to word is to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap
tone, bar clones, war tones, raw tones
Blowin out the door, but
Your rap's fraudulent, float in rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap defense
These microphone professional,
Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to with you
You know the steez you know my program
Brothers the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
guns and grams, fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin pastas
Layin in the tellin the seeds about the sagas
Before we got Germanic and got sporadic
We golden tablets and quick guarded the Abbots
hit the belly put tones into the telly
Sucker tried to me out the box like skelly
I smoke the weed dreams I drop top two
Honeydips spendin G's on and hair weave
The boss, takin no loss, excessive force
We can play the A-Train, back of the iron

Yo man, knahmsayin? it man
*car squeels and crashes