Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
To conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying 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 never me
While, funny style roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas come home, go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

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

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
stacks so I hold
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't keep in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New surrendering, come home not remembering
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
faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block