Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

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

Verse Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the arise like yeast
to conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holdin weed inside pussy with they minds on the
things in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verse Two: the Chef

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

Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and
found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material things, and wild like for war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for slide
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, you're starin in the mess
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come home not
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
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 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well I'ma end this a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block

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