Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] Check it out
[Nas] It's the
Fly wonderful
[Rae] y'all
[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex
[Ghf] Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my team is eatin 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] be celebratin but they be mistaken
[Ghf] Word to the
[Rae] your eyes open and your wallet 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
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] It's only five percent out of a hundred
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to em

Verse Nas

the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
to conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny niggaz roll in the pile
heads 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
like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verse Two: Raekwon the

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

Verse Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, hunded snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by things, and it's wild like for war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the Now, I'm niggaz for slide time
Hurry up I'm next, show em mine
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 yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas 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 faggot ass got tryin to turn the dial
You told 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
niggas 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 off this type of shit
[Ghf] Word up, your hands up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga time, no more whatever shit
[Ghf] Cock the Mac an say whatever
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and wallet in your front pocket
[Ghf] Your stale, exoticness, fly shit
[Rae] RZA Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] on in nine-five in the basement