Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
To conquer peace leaving to roam in the streets
on the run, police paying me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is real it haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a thug's wife
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, the ritual

Perhaps bullets niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends plates
In the building niggas building, like little children,
older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in your
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas rocking all the worth
Police questioning, cats invested in
Trading in Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun my crew feel 'em like swords

the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of bagged 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 making me hot, crooked cops Bad and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging for slot time
Hurry up I'm next on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide
Like yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
bail with different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's Shaolin
class cooks, throw on vests out of phone books
Infirmary are screaming, "I got juxed!"
toothbrushes, 190 mixed 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 best product on the