Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by the beast arise like yeast
To peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, style niggas roll in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with minds on the pretty 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 to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Perhaps bust niggas discuss mad money
True 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 children, staring
Them older niggas ain't
Sirens circling are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by 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 inside the
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide
Like doors yo, you're staring in the hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with different size kicks on, a dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
High class cooks, on vests 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 I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block