Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake throw shit in they drinks
Club nights we linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas snort coke by the
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God more CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come
Light bones and let you my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', cats I'm
And uptown these niggas actin they hurtin'
Keys a brick
Colombians be on some bullshit, that's why got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I to see you in June
By the way, I seen bitch, she was up in this cat's room
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two crack huggin' your seed up
I took of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back

Yo why's my niggas always yellin' that shit
Let's get money Son, now you to smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son chill Allah
What's mathematic Son? Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a owner named Mike Lavonia
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
coke right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to test minds
Crazy peace, buying in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold
Mafia flicks, tyin up was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest with many
Night time rollin' with
live, he claimed he couldn't die, top rank
Took sixteen shots in his to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his paisandra
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I can't front though, truck of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

Yo why's my niggas yellin' that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you want to smoke
God, yo the Son don't chill Allah
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

Yo why's my niggas always that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you to smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill
What's today's mathematic Son? God

Yo why's my always yellin' that broke shit
Let's get money Son, now you to smoke shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill
What's today's mathematic Son? God