Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse

[Rae] No tricks, no baby
Yeah, aiyyo Rae
[Ghf] Check it out
[Nas] the science
Fly wonderful
[Rae] Yeah
[Nas] Tony and umm Lex Diamonds
[Ghf] Starks, my nigga Nas
[Rae] Strength my team is eatin off this type of shit
For all the fake niggaz out there, yaknahmean
[Ghf] up
[Rae] shit, nigga next time, no more whatever shit
[Nas] 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] it, RZA Chef Ghost and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Nas] Tell em it's on
[Ghf] those crabs how to rhyme
[Rae] RZA Chef Ghost and Nas is the prophet
[Ghf] It's only like five percent out of a
[Rae] RZA Chef and Nas niggaz is the prophet
[Ghf] Do it to em

Verse Nas

the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
to conquer peace leaving to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my Wisdom, the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold leaf I hold heat,
I'm grungy, but things I do is it never haunts me
while, funny niggaz roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holdin weed inside pussy with they minds on the
pretty in life, props is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggaz come home, go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

Verse Two: Raekwon the

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

Verse Three: Ghostface

With the green leathers, hunded snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material things, and wild like for war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks yo I
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lap, 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 bangin niggaz for slide
Hurry up Duke I'm next, show em
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back the hall, new niggaz slide through
doors yo, you're starin in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindlin
New jacks surrenderin, come not rememberin
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress
Lookin gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
faggot ass got bashed tryin to turn the dial
You told boo you was whylin
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's from 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 man's in the kitchen ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block

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