Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
[Nas] Yeah, Rae
[Ghf] it out y'all
[Nas] the science
[Ghf] Fly
Yeah y'all
[Nas] Tony and umm Lex Diamonds
[Ghf] Tony Starks, my Nas
[Rae] Strength my whole is eatin off this type of shit
For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
[Ghf] up
[Rae] Good shit, nigga time, no more whatever shit
Fakes be celebratin but they be mistaken
[Ghf] Word to the
[Rae] Keep your 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
[Nas] Tell em on right?
[Ghf] those 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 and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to em

One: Nas

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
to peace 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
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never me
while, funny style niggaz in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside they with they minds 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, presume the
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

Verse Two: the Chef

bullets bust niggaz discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like little starin
older niggaz aint carin
Sirens circlin are lurkin in your baggage
oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack cells bubble Woolworth's
in the projects, richest rockin all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
Tradin in they GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's pour
Gun wars my phantom like swords

Verse Three: Ghostface

With the green leathers, hunded snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously we shake
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material things, and wild like for war
like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future yo I hold
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, 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 for slide time
Hurry up Duke I'm next, em mine
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new slide through
like doors yo, you're starin in the hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New surrenderin, come home not rememberin
Made bail with different size on, a white dress shirt
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer
Your faggot ass got bashed to turn the dial
You your boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vestes out of books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 mixed with 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 product on the block

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