Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] Check it out
[Nas] It's the
[Ghf] Fly
[Rae] Yeah
[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex
[Ghf] Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this of shit
[Nas] For all the niggaz out there, yaknahmean
Word up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever
[Nas] Fakes be but they be mistaken
[Ghf] to the wise
[Rae] Keep eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo son
[Rae] it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Nas] Tell em on right?
[Ghf] Show those how to rhyme
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] It's only like five 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
When I'm deceased, by then the arise like yeast
to conquer peace savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system that my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never me
while, funny style roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same again
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
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 little children
Them niggaz aint carin
circlin fiends are lurkin in your 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 worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin
Two and two makes four, Cristal's pour
Gun my crew phantom like swords

Verse Three: Killer

the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future yo I hold
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm niggaz for slide time
up Duke I'm next, show em mine
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, you're starin in the mess
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New surrenderin, come home not rememberin
Made bail with different size on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed to turn the dial
You told boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of books
niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed baby oil and shit
Your man's in the 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 whole team is eatin off this type of
[Ghf] Word up, your hands up
[Rae] Good shit, next time, no more whatever shit
[Ghf] Cock back the Mac an say
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in front pocket
Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
[Rae] RZA Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in in the basement