Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw shit in they
Club nights we snatch politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport snort coke by the seconds
Niggas projects filled with fiends
Morphine, the God seen more CREAM, and
Reek, almost got hit with 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 they hurtin'
twenty-four a brick
Colombians be on bullshit, that's why Poppy got hit
Stay tuned, up, I hope to see you in June
By the way, I seen your bitch, she was up in this room
up, weed 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 back though

Yo my niggas always 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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner Mike Lavonia
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' fat Milano
Selling coke right out the
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a nigga, picture the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, rockin' the vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, chest with many minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
sixteen shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
ganja, callin' his weed paisandra
Claimin New York was Babylon
Where the sky the color of grey, like her-on
I can't front though, truck loads of
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
Chill God, yo the Son don't Allah
What's today's Son? Knowledge God

Yo why's my niggas 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

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