Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the cameras and action, glamour glitters and gold
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like yeast
To conquer peace leaving to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style roll in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Riker's
Holding weed inside pussy with they minds on the pretty 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 same shit
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bust niggas discuss mad money
True and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
the most on tape, kilos disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking
In the building niggas building, little children, staring
older niggas ain't caring
Sirens circling fiends are in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, sales bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop cats in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, Cristal's crazily
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future stacks so I
Thousands of bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for slot
up duke I'm next on line
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with Green Bay hat
your back inside the hall, new niggas slide through
Like doors yo, staring in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas 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
Your faggot ass got trying to turn the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed with oil and shit
man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block