Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast like yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in
is a true thug's wife
It's like a cycle, niggas home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the same again
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 most on tape, kilos
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, little children, staring
Them older niggas ain't
Sirens circling fiends are in your baggage
Oh, one's now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble Woolworth's
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
Trading in Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by things in this wild 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, don't see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball 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 young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the
You told your boo you was
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed baby oil and shit
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 product on the