Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
[Nas] Yeah, Rae
[Ghf] Check it out
It's the science
[Ghf] Fly
Yeah y'all
[Nas] Tony and umm Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole is eatin off this type of shit
[Nas] For all the niggaz out there, yaknahmean
[Ghf] up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever
[Nas] Fakes be celebratin but be mistaken
[Ghf] to the wise
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front
[Ghf] All of shit, yo son
[Rae] Rock it, RZA Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Nas] Tell em it's on
[Ghf] Show crabs how to rhyme
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet
[Ghf] It's only like percent out of a hundred
[Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
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 the beast arise like yeast
to peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police 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 never me
while, style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they pussy they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a true thug's
It's like a cycle, niggaz home, some'll 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: Raekwon the

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

Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild for war
like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I
Thousands of bagged up inside the shoebox
keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em
And what the is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with 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, niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come not rememberin
Made with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to the dial
You your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the

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