Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour and gold
I the scroll, plant seeds 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 that imprisoned my son
Smoke a gold I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas in the pile
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding weed inside they with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's
like a cycle, niggas come 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 bullets bust discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the
Catch the most on tape, kilos
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking
In the building niggas building, like little children,
Them older niggas ain't
Sirens circling fiends are in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack sales like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
in they Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two four, Cristal's crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em swords

With the green leathers, hundred snakes and cakes
found in lakes, jealously Jakes we shake
What I for is what I live for
Infatuated by material in this wild life of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
of cracks bagged up inside the shoebox
Don't keep jack in my lab, don't see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And the fuck is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off that Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new slide through
Like yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail different size kicks on, a white dress shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to the dial
You told your boo you was
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
High 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 ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block