Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

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

Verse Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
to conquer peace savages to roam 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 gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but things I do is it never haunts me
while, funny style roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
weed inside they pussy with they minds on the
pretty things in life, is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, 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 most on tape, disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends lickin
In the building building, like little children starin
Them niggaz aint carin
Sirens circlin fiends are lurkin in your
oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, cells bubble like Woolworth's
in the projects, niggaz rockin all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
Tradin in Lexus' GS's sendin messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew like swords

Verse Three: Ghostface

With the green leathers, hunded pound snakes and
Fiends in lakes, jeolously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's like for war
like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
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 niggaz for slide
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em
And what the is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your inside the hall, new niggaz slide through
like doors yo, starin in the mess hall
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come 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 style
Your ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from
High cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
niggas are screaming, "I got drugs!"
Sharpen 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block

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