Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
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 things I do is real it never me
While, funny style niggas in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holding weed inside they pussy they minds on the pretty things in life
is a true thug's wife
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes 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
Future stacks so I
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas 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 with Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas through
Like doors yo, you're in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail with different 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 bashed trying to the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block