Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] it out y'all
[Nas] It's the
Fly wonderful
[Rae] y'all
[Nas] Tony Starks and umm Lex
Tony Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole team is eatin off this of shit
[Nas] For all the fake niggaz out there,
Word up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no more whatever
[Nas] be celebratin 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 Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
Tell em it's on right?
[Ghf] Show those how to rhyme
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the
[Ghf] It's only five percent out of a hundred
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to em

One: Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast like yeast
to conquer peace leaving savages to in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but I do is real it never haunts me
while, style niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
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 home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
True and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin
In the building niggaz building, little children starin
Them older niggaz carin
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your
oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
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 four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my phantom like swords

Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously we shake
What I for is what 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 the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin niggaz for time
Hurry up I'm next, show em mine
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, home not rememberin
Made bail with 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 to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from
class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with oil and shit
Your in the kitchen 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 team is eatin off this type of shit
Word up, throw your hands up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga next time, no whatever shit
[Ghf] Cock the Mac an say whatever
[Rae] Keep your eyes open and your wallet in front pocket
Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the