Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no tricks
Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] it out y'all
[Nas] the science
[Ghf] Fly
[Rae] Yeah
[Nas] Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my team is eatin off this type of shit
For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
[Ghf] up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more shit
[Nas] be celebratin but they be mistaken
[Ghf] to the wise
[Rae] Keep your eyes and your wallet in your front pocket
All types of shit, yo son
[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet
[Nas] em it's on right?
Show those crabs how to rhyme
[Rae] RZA 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

One: Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
to conquer peace leaving to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
my Wisdom, with the system that imprisoned 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 in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holdin inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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

Verse 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 it's wild for war
like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
stacks yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin for slide time
Hurry up I'm next, show em mine
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, home not rememberin
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer
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 cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 with baby oil and shit
man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block

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