Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to the globe
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
on the run, police paying 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 niggas roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in
Props is a 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, presume the
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material in this wild life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future stacks so I
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging for slot time
up duke I'm next on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to 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 out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the