Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

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

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

With the green leathers, hundred snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously we shake
What I strive for is I live for
by material things in this wild life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
up duke I'm next on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the
You your 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
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block