Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

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

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
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, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new slide through
Like doors yo, staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
New jacks surrendering, come not remembering
Made bail with different size 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 told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from
High cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the