Luyện nghe bài hát Criminology - Raekwon

Intro: Raekwon (plus of Tony Montana having an argument)

"I told you a long time ago you fuckin little
not to ME."
"Hey hey, who the FUCK you you goin for huh?!"
"Who the fuck you I am your fuckin dough-boy?"
"You wanna go to war?... go to war, OK?"

Comin up on half a mil, we
Get real God, taking you on one Son
Uhh, Igleasias
Makin CREAM like nigga

Verse One: Killer

Yo, first of all son, the arson
Many I be sparkin and bustin mad light inside the dark
Call me dough snatcher, just the brother for the
I handglide, holdin on strong, hard to
Extravagant, RZA bake the track and it's
Then I react, a convict, and start killin shit
It's manifested, the Gods work appliances
Dealin in my cypher I revolve sciences
The ninth chamber, nigga inside my hallway
You try to but you got smoked up by the doorway (blaow! blaow! blaow!)
No question, I send your ass back, to the essence
Your whole frame is smothered in dirt, now how you
I'll be trapped by sounds, locked behind loops
Throwin niggaz off airplanes cause RULES
Everything me black as you can see
Swallow murder one verse like God degree
Then analyze my for satisfaction
You adapt a flashback chain reaction

Two: Raekwon the Chef

Just a son...
AK's black bust like seventy Macs
I'm all that, street niggaz knowin my steez
Ron G, you know he with me see
Marvelous, fo' Society
But anyway, let's toast, thoughts with Ghost
I max the most shotguns through the
hip-hop put me on top
'Lo wears, and Tommy Hil fly shit a knot
The witty unpredictable live shit, by shit
Do or die shit, I'll take your lie and
And then you know I'm runnin through the foul
Four-toothed child was
The old lady snitched, but it, you know it, one love kid
No I'm not a nid
Too to get for what cause six niggaz got
stuck, and the nigga chain was
Yo fuck that, rap
Speakers jet black floating in the flyest Ac
Nigga... it!

Outro:

Much go to New York City
All my Tommy Hil ice rockin