Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

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

Verse Nas

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

Verse Raekwon the Chef

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, lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like little starin
Them older niggaz carin
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your
oh, one's now, what, smack 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 they Lexus' GS's sendin
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun my crew phantom like swords

Verse Three: Killer

the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and wild like for war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I
Thousands of cracks bagged up 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 niggaz for time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, em mine
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new slide through
like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, home not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer
Your faggot ass got bashed to turn the dial
You told boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of books
niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed baby oil and shit
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
I'ma 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] up, throw your hands up
Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[Ghf] back the Mac an say whatever
Keep your eyes open and your wallet in your front pocket
[Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly
[Rae] RZA Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in in the basement