Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights 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 conquer leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, paying me to give in my gun
Trick my with 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, style niggas roll in the pile
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, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

bullets bust niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, like children, staring
Them older niggas caring
Sirens circling fiends are in your baggage
Oh, one's now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales bubble like
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, sending
Two and two four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun my crew feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred pound and cakes
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I strive for is what I for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
keep jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded with
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide
Like doors yo, staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail with size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's from Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with oil and shit
Your in the kitchen stashing ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best product on the