Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

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

Verse Nas

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by 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
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that 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 roll in the
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's
It's a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Verse Two: the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, lickin plates
In the building building, like little children starin
Them older niggaz aint
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in baggage
oh, one's now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack cells bubble like
in the projects, richest niggaz all the real worth
Police questioning, cats invested in
Tradin in they Lexus' sendin messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's pour
Gun wars my crew like swords

Verse Three: Killer

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's like for war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't keep in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come 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 bashed tryin to turn the
You your boo you was whylin
you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with oil and shit
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block

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