Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my wisdom the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a 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 on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a thug's wife
It's like a cycle, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same shit
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

Perhaps bullets niggas discuss mad money
lies 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 building, like little children, staring
Them older ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your
Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, crack sales like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the real
questioning, rooftop cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred pound and cakes
Fiends in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot
up duke I'm next on line
And the fuck is you looking 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, staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white dress
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the
You told your boo you was
Once you Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vests 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 end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block