Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
[Nas] Yeah, Rae
Check it out y'all
[Nas] the science
[Ghf] Fly
[Rae] Yeah
[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex
Tony 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, next time, no more whatever shit
[Nas] Fakes be celebratin but be mistaken
Word to the wise
[Rae] Keep eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[Ghf] All of shit, yo son
[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
Tell em it's on right?
[Ghf] Show those crabs how to
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet
[Ghf] only like five percent out of a hundred
[Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to em

One: Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast like yeast
to peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, the system that imprisoned my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it haunts me
while, style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a thug's wife
It's a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Verse Two: the Chef

bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
Catch the most on tape, disintegrate
pots, we break, fiends lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like little children
Them older aint carin
Sirens fiends are lurkin in your baggage
oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack cells like Woolworth's
in the projects, niggaz rockin all the real worth
questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Tradin in Lexus' GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my phantom like swords

Verse Ghostface Killer

the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
by material things, and it's wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
stacks yo I hold
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin for slide time
up Duke I'm next, show em mine
And what the fuck is you 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 runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come home not
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress
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 your boo you was
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the

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