Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

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

Verse Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
to conquer peace leaving to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, with the system imprisoned my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holdin weed they pussy with they minds on the
pretty in life, props is a true thug's wife
like a cycle, niggaz come home, some'll 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 Two: the Chef

Perhaps bullets niggaz discuss mad money
lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the most on tape, kilos
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggaz building, like little children
Them older aint carin
Sirens 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 rockin all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew phantom like

Verse Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
by material 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 bagged up inside the shoebox
keep jack in my lap, don't wanna see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the Now, I'm niggaz for slide time
Hurry up I'm next, show em mine
And what the 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, you're in the mess hall
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, home not rememberin
Made bail with size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told boo you was whylin
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen toothbrushes 190 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen ice picks
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block

Strength 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] Cock the Mac an say whatever
[Rae] Keep your eyes and your wallet in your front pocket
[Ghf] Your Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in in the basement