Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] it out y'all
[Nas] It's the
[Ghf] Fly
[Rae] y'all
[Nas] Starks and umm Lex Diamonds
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this of shit
[Nas] For all the fake out there, yaknahmean
Word up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no whatever shit
[Nas] Fakes be but they be mistaken
Word to the wise
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your pocket
[Ghf] All of shit, yo son
[Rae] Rock it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the
[Nas] Tell em it's on
[Ghf] Show those crabs how to
[Rae] RZA Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] It's only five percent out of a hundred
[Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
Do it to em baby

Verse Nas

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
to conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holdin weed inside they pussy with minds on the
things 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
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Verse Two: Raekwon the

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

Three: Ghostface Killer

With the leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by things, and it's wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future stacks yo I
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for time
up Duke I'm next, show em mine
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggaz slide
like yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got tryin to turn the dial
You your boo you was whylin
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 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block

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