Luyện nghe bài hát Knuckleheadz - Raekwon

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

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

Verse One: the Chef

Lay on the crime scene, fine wines
nines on, UFO's, takin they fly clothes
They eyes closed, we loot
No doubt, check the word of mouth, unheard
go off and now a murder bout
I'm out
My raps 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 will wrap it up
We like to go and fuck with Noodles
Havin them poodles on the lockdown me
Amarett-ahs, and chewables, pharmecuetical
Rap on dust and wools
Yo, I told you, kill rob and fold
The untold, fuck it it beats parole
So stroll marvelous, soul
of the globe, god damn I got it sewn
And yo, whattup pop, pop the suitcase
And we can talk, you can walk out the building
And get caught, save the fully
Rap relatable, drug
Niggaz here to play you
A hundred Rottweiler goes to spot sellers
Guns and go to niggaz who got props
on top, jail get mad bigger
And yo, a guy about a hundred pictures
Word to momma, this rap wonderama team got
Comma, smoke realize marijuana
may resign to boat across the Farasana
Immaculate plus all my so accurate
They get and the cuisine in Queens
I told you, money stated with the night beams, and two

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

Verse Two: Ghostface

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, take off the Chaz and think fast
Don't laugh, bag the cash, grab the hash, don't forget his
Grab the tear gas, and place it in his fast
The full
...
Then skate to the next
upstate, I heard they got crazy weight
Bagged up by the gates, in crates disco breaks
Yo out for Jakes, give it all it takes
Let's burn the before we motivate
Yo Blake, niggaz fink, rape his mate
if the scream, for God's sake, grab the grey tape
It's by the plate, the blow crushed up with the flakes
Killer snakes, bodies found floatin in lakes
Drug related, paper talkin bout the who didn't make it
Hits without a trace, never the Big see Rae and Ghostface
Chef, let's celebrate and sip an eighth

Verse Three:

The rap scar is on rap
Put it on it on, we're silicone
Spark it on your
rap phenomenon, to word 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, in these rap quarter inches
Reinforced with suspense, be on your rap sword
These microphone professional,
operational, I got NIGGAZ here to play with you
You know the you know my whole program
from the No-Lands, all we want is the G's
guns and grams, fat like the Hoffa
Mafia, eatin pastas
Layin in the 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 dreams 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 iron

Yo man, Fuck it man
*car squeels and crashes