Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

Fake niggas throw in they drinks
nights we snatch linx politic, Africans and chinks
While World of Sport niggas coke by the seconds
projects filled with fiends injectin'
Morphine, the God seen CREAM, and upstate
Cousin Reek, got hit with fourteen
Pah, the God'll be a Star when you come home
Light bones and let you rock my 3G
So, see cousin, yo I was workin', I'm jerkin
And these niggas actin like they hurtin'
Keys twenty-four a
Colombians be on some bullshit, 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 cat's room
Skeyed up, the fuck up, to top it off
Look beat up, with two fiends huggin' your seed up
I care of that, though, but don't worry bout it
I got your back

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 today's mathematic Knowledge God

Fly like cashmere, year, my team caught bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike
Italiano, bangin' them fat Milano
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
peace, buying keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, the nigga without dope figures
Condo with his chick, the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, up tricks was his main hobby
his seed, Wu-Tang karate
Mixin drinks in clubs, chest with many minks
Night time rollin' spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen shots in his to bank
And his pet piranha, he him marijuana
Smokin' ganja, his weed paisandra
New York was ancient Babylon
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, like
I can't front though, loads of indo
Soon to 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 shit
Chill God, yo the Son don't chill
What's today's mathematic Knowledge God

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

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