Luyện nghe bài hát I Wanna Know

[Intro:
niggas in the house
You know
sit down and play pool and shit

What don't know inside the muthafucking
Pool balls is nothing but
We gettin' money nigga. You know boy
Toast off lets go man c'mon

1: Raekwon]
Raised off a knucklehead block, you the pattern
Black all day, let's be it captain
Posing in ostrich, war-age
Clear gazelles crush diamonds in the
Weight game spiral, sneaker rival
Front on me, see twenty-four
niggas I hang with, hold up let me change shit
Feds is listening, calicoes quick
blow alcohol, white bitches, tap'em all
So the ass or something, yup pass it off
Icy in the ass mints, so much it's elastic
Fuck the Jews, Crews, and black bits
break a man, the heart that'll shake a man
Smack the out of ya skin, wake up fam
We the veterans, so many niggas feather skin
One dub, drown you in your letter kid
Necks look thirsty, the word, reimburse me
Two techs on his neck, burst sweet he check writing
Pull the gold out of your mouth with rusty
down the flyers nigga

[Intermission:
Yo, yo, you already know is nigga
This is not a game, is not televised
This some shit that happened on a nigga
Most of them all nigga
Don't make me your chest out your champion shirt nigga

2: Doe B]
Hey, I'm the home of the con pillars
Raised to be a nigga
Rob nigga, ninja
You I got that small in me
"Real Deal" Holyfield, they not
Nah, these niggas half-baked crab
is baby Jesus, I could sneeze and make a ground shake
Show no pity, charging city niggas rate
While you little niggas wayne on an ounce plate
I'm in my house shoes, making boss moves
Dead alone, make the wrong movie it'll you
Old cats want they back, you know how Moss do
trying to keep up with him
You starve and eat dust
I'm starting to up nigga
Then "what up nigga"
What's for dinner, this is Chess not
finesse, a nigga trying to molest the system
Black Mamba in possessed with venom
D and I stalk the rest is history

3: T.I.]
We a small house, dropping off an eight ball
To a big deal, mil up in my escrow
You walk up with your chest swoll, make it
Been getting keys since we were wearing a
Now cool we do, thirty-eight special in my boot
I shoot you from my shoe
My say it's a shame how I do niggas
I say "you want me to them out"
She say "nah boo, get'em"
So that why I'm a handle all you
Like the bitch you are
Don't make me get you out car and get to going in that shit
you poppin' off? At point you knowing with this shit
We roll up slow and get you hit, pull up in morning with shit
Or wherever, know not where you better be at
Or else, your momma pick the casket herself
Hope it make her feel better, you were dead the year
He ain't suffer but he still a dead
Ain't no bullets in the gun, you know you scared
And I'm still a Bankhead
the plum for the low, for the bread muthafucka
I said I'm a Bankhead muthafucka
With the plum for the low, for the bread

T.I.]
say Yo B
Hustle G.D.O.D
the chef
T.I.P the
We cold to cold with this man
Coast, West Coast, Midwest
Mid-Alantic, North East, Down
Patna I got the boy
Come me