Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God

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

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

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

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

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

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