Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

Fake niggas shit in they drinks
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
World of Sport niggas snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, almost got hit fourteen
Chill Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come
bones and let you rock my 3G stone
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And uptown these niggas actin like hurtin'
Keys a brick
be on some bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, word up, I to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this cat's
Skeyed up, weed the up, to top it off
Look beat up, two crack fiends huggin' your seed up
I took care of that, though, but worry bout it
I got back though

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team caught in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed them fat Milano
Selling coke out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought nines to with minds
Crazy peace, buying keys in
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the gold
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, hairy chest many minks
Night time with spics
Extra live, he claimed he die, top rank
Took shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin' ganja, callin' his weed
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't though, truck loads of indo
to blow slow, his ass is out now, tally-hoe

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

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

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