Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz

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

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

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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

Crazy fat, gettin to do this shit
Sniff mad shit man, what the fuck
*car and crashes*

Verse Two: Killer

Who's the Knucklehead, wantin
Chop his fingers in the drug game, money known
singer, humdinger, flash is the aftermath
Here's his
Run up in his lab, take off the mask Chaz and fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his
the tear gas, and place it in his face fast
The blast
...
Then skate to the next
Further upstate, I heard got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates disco breaks
Yo look out for Jakes, give it all it
Let's burn the before we motivate
Yo Blake, niggaz don't fink, rape his
if the bitch scream, for sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, with the blow crushed up the flakes
Killer snakes, bodies found floatin in lakes
Drug related, paper bout the kids who didn't make it
without a trace, never seen the Big C Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, celebrate and sip an eighth

Verse Three:

The rap is on rap chrome
Put it on seal it on, 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
rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword
These professional, sensational
Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to with you
You know the steez you know my whole
Brothers from the No-Lands, all we is the G's
guns and grams, livin fat like the
Mafia, eatin pastas
in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas
Before we got Germanic and got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and quick the Abbots
Slugs hit the belly put tones into the
Sucker to knock me out the box like skelly
I smoke the weed I drop top two degrees
Honeydips spendin G's on and hair weave
The boss, takin no loss, excessive force
We can play the A-Train, back of the horse

Yo man, Fuck it man
*car squeels and twice*