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

Verse Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
to conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat,
I'm grungy, but things I do is real it never me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holdin weed inside they pussy they minds on the
pretty things in life, props is a thug's wife
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 life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verse Raekwon the Chef

Perhaps bullets niggaz discuss mad money
lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin
In the niggaz building, like little children starin
older niggaz aint carin
Sirens fiends are lurkin in your baggage
oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, cells bubble like Woolworth's
in the projects, richest niggaz rockin all the real
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin
Two and two four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew like swords

Verse Three: Killer

With the green leathers, hunded snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously we shake
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
Thousands of cracks bagged up 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 niggaz for slide 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 niggaz slide
like doors yo, starin in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
New surrenderin, come 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
Your ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
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 toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the

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