Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant 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 with the system that imprisoned my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it haunts me
While, funny style niggas in the pile
Rooster heads on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the things in life
is a true 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 salute life, rapidly, that's the

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

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 material things in wild life of war
somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
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 blood, hit me off with that Green Bay hat
your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the kitchen stashing ice
Well end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the product on the block