Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is it never haunts me
While, style niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in
Props is a true wife
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets niggas discuss mad money
True and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking
In the building niggas building, like little children,
Them older niggas ain't
Sirens circling are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew 'em like swords

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by things in this wild life of war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of bagged 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, cops Bad Tony and the ball 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 the hall, new niggas slide through
Like yo, you're staring in the mess hall
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block