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

Verse Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
to conquer peace leaving 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 leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never me
while, funny niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a thug's wife
It's like a cycle, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Verse Two: the Chef

bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
True lies and guys, we can see it through the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building building, like little children starin
Them older niggaz aint
circlin 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, richest niggaz rockin all the real
Police questioning, cats invested in
in they Lexus' GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my crew phantom swords

Verse Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we
What I strive for is what I for
by material things, and it's wild like for war
like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
stacks yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm bangin for slide time
up Duke 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 doors yo, starin in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, home not rememberin
Made bail with different kicks on, a white dress shirt
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer
faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen 190 mixed 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 best on the block

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