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 like 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 that imprisoned my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed they pussy 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 shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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

With the green leathers, pound snakes and cakes
Fiends found in lakes, Jakes we shake
What I strive for is I live for
Infatuated by material things in this wild of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
Don't keep jack in my lab, wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, flooded rocks
making me hot, crooked cops Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm banging niggas for time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And what the is you looking at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with Green Bay hat
Watch your back the hall, new niggas slide through
doors yo, you're staring in the mess hall
Your runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New surrendering, come home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white shirt
Looking gay in the yard, and you got
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop wringer
Your faggot ass got 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!"
toothbrushes, 190 mixed with baby oil and shit
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block