Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it never me
While, funny style niggas roll in the
Rooster 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, come back, do the same again
From the womb to the tomb, presume the
salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
stacks so I hold
Thousands of bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And the fuck is you looking 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 home not
Made bail with size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told your boo you was
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with 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 best product on the