Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, funny style niggas roll in the
Rooster heads 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
like a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the womb to the tomb, 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
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the niggas building, like little children, staring
Them older niggas caring
circling fiends are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble Woolworth's
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em swords

the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material things in this life of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, 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 niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm on line
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 yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got trying to turn the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and
man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block