Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights and action, glamour glitters and gold
I the scroll, plant seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise like
To peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
on the run, police 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 I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
Rooster profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy with they minds on the things in life
Props is a true thug's
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, back, do the same shit again
the womb to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns life, rapidly, that's the ritual

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

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
What I strive for is I live for
by material things in this wild life of war
Like somewhere over the rainbow, I see a big pot of
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up the shoebox
Don't keep in my lab, don't 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 slot
Hurry up duke I'm on line
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
adrenaline runs, cigarette niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with different size on, a white dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed to turn the dial
You your boo you was wiling
you heard Wu, out of the blue, your family's from Shaolin
High class cooks, on vests out of phone books
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 mixed 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