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 this is man?
Get the fuck up outta man
[Raekwon] So yo of fact, the man is back
[Ghostface] Think my is madder than fuckin fire
[Raekwon] Shit aight, this ain't even enough burn here
This ain't
[Ghostface] it man
[Raekwon] We shoot right over there
And yo them niggaz got the big CREAM there
So chill
[Ghostface] So let's do this the fuck up, up like tropical kid
Don't play me like I got a flowerpot kid
chill man
[Raekwon] On the real let's go get money fast Son
I how we gotta do this kid
*shots
[Ghostface] Scrungy-head

One: Raekwon the Chef

Lay on the crime scene, fine wines
Pullin nines on, UFO's, they fly clothes
eyes closed, we gettin loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard
Guns go off and now a murder
I'm out
My raps play the part like a Get Smart agent
in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny and Tony Starks in a daze and
rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond wrap it up
We like to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin them on the lockdown buyin me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, pharmecuetical
Rap niggaz on and wools
Yo, I told you, kill rob and fold
The gold's untold, fuck it it parole
So stroll marvelous, soul
of the whole globe, god damn I got it
And yo, whattup pop, pop the high
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin
And get caught, save the inflatable
Rap relatable, relatable
Niggaz here to with you
A hundred 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
Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got
Comma, plus realize marijuana
Chef may to boat across the Farasana
Immaculate all my guns so accurate
They get CREAM and the in Queens
I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two

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

Verse Two: Killer

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

Three: U-God

The rap scar is on rap
Put it on seal it on, we're
Spark it on your
This rap phenomenon, to word is to the arms
Hit me on the hip and horns, rap
Scars tone, bar clones, war tones, raw
out the door, bones but
Your rap's fraudulent, float in these rap quarter
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword
These microphone professional,
Fully operational, I got here to play with you
You know the steez you my whole program
from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
guns and grams, livin fat the Hoffa
Mafia, sippin pastas
Layin in the house tellin the seeds about the
we got Germanic and thoughts got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the put tones into the telly
tried to knock me out the box like skelly
I the weed dreams I drop top two degrees
Honeydips G's on nails 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 and crashes twice*