Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

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

Verse Nas

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
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
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm grungy, but I do is real it never haunts me
while, funny style niggaz roll in the
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holdin inside they pussy with 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, come back, do the shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Verse Two: the Chef

Perhaps bullets bust niggaz discuss mad
True lies and guys, we can see it through the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, lickin plates
In the building niggaz building, like little starin
Them niggaz aint carin
Sirens circlin fiends are in your baggage
oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, crack bubble like Woolworth's
in the projects, richest rockin all the real worth
questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Tradin in they Lexus' GS's sendin
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew like swords

Three: Ghostface Killer

With the green leathers, hunded snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jeolously we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things, and it's wild for war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future yo I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lap, don't see Tupac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball
In the Now, I'm bangin for slide time
Hurry up I'm next, show 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 niggaz slide
doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come not rememberin
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop ringer
Your faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the
You told your boo you was
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vestes out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got drugs!"
toothbrushes 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block

[Rae] Strength my 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 open and your wallet in your front
[Ghf] Hawaiian's stale, exoticness, fly shit
RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Floatin on in nine-five in the