Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
my wisdom with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it haunts me
While, funny style roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty in life
Props is a true wife
like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

Perhaps bullets bust discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building niggas building, little children, staring
Them older ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your
Oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending
Two and two four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up I'm next on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with different kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told boo you was wiling
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 juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the