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 madder fuckin fire
[Raekwon] Shit aight, ain't even enough burn right here
This enough
Fuck it man
[Raekwon] We shoot right over there
And yo niggaz got the big CREAM over there
So just
[Ghostface] So do this the fuck up, roll up like tropical kid
Don't me like I got a flowerpot head kid
chill man
[Raekwon] On the real let's go get money fast Son
I know how we gotta do kid
*shots
Scrungy-head motherfucker

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Lay on the crime scene, sippin wines
Pullin 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 play the part like a Get Smart secret agent
in a maze and, styles blazin, Johnny Blaze and Starks in a daze and
rhymin, my nigga Lou Diamond wrap it up
We like Meth to go and fuck Noodles
Havin them poodles on the lockdown 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, pop, pop the suitcase high
And we can talk, you can walk out the fuckin
And get caught, save the fully
Rap relatable, relatable
Niggaz here to with you
A hundred dollar Rottweiler goes to spot
Guns and glocks go to niggaz who got
on top, niggaz get mad bigger
And yo, mail a guy about a pictures
Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got
Comma, plus realize marijuana
Chef may resign to across the Farasana
plus all my guns so accurate
They get CREAM and the in Queens
I you, money stated with the night beams, and two rings

Crazy fat, gettin to do this shit
[Ghostface] Sniff mad shit man, what the
peels and crashes*

Verse Two: Ghostface

the Knucklehead, wantin respect?
Chop his fingers in the game, money well known
Lead singer, humdinger, flash is the
Here's his
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
...
Then skate to the next
Further upstate, I heard they got crazy
Bagged up by the gates, in like disco breaks
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 scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
by the plate, with the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, four bodies found floatin in
Drug related, paper bout the kids who didn't make it
Hits without a trace, seen the Big C Rae and Ghostface
Congratulations Chef, celebrate and sip an eighth

Verse Three:

The rap scar is on rap
Put it on it on, we're silicone
it on your Talkathon
This rap phenomenon, to is bond 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 these rap quarter
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap defense
microphone professional, sensational
Fully operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play you
You know the steez you my whole program
Brothers from the No-Lands, all we is the G's
guns and grams, fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, eatin pastas
in the house tellin the seeds about the sagas
Before we got Germanic and got sporadic
We grabbed golden tablets and guarded the Abbots
Slugs hit the belly put tones into the
tried to knock 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 and crashes twice*