Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] it out y'all
[Nas] It's the
Fly wonderful
[Rae] y'all
[Nas] Tony and umm Lex Diamonds
[Ghf] Tony Starks, my Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole team is off this type of shit
[Nas] For all the fake out there, yaknahmean
Word up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever
[Nas] Fakes be celebratin but they be
[Ghf] Word to the
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front
All types of shit, yo son
[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Nas] Tell em on right?
[Ghf] those crabs how to rhyme
[Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] It's like five percent out of a hundred
[Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to em

Verse Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it haunts me
while, funny style niggaz in the pile
Rooster profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy with they on the
pretty things in life, props is a true wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

Two: Raekwon the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad
True lies and guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, disintegrate
pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like children starin
older niggaz aint carin
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in baggage
oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, crack bubble like Woolworth's
in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
Tradin in they GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew phantom swords

Verse Three: Killer

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild for war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm niggaz for slide time
Hurry up I'm next, show em mine
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
New jacks surrenderin, home not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got tryin to turn the dial
You your boo you was whylin
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block

[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off type of shit
[Ghf] up, throw your hands up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga time, no more whatever shit
[Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say
[Rae] Keep eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
[Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the