Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
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 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 inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty in life
is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas home, some'll 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

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

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by things in this wild life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lab, wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging for slot time
Hurry up I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with Green Bay hat
Watch your back the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come 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 faggot ass got bashed 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 vests out of phone
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block