Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

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

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 Allah
today's mathematic 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 right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga nines to test with minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga dope figures
with his chick, rockin' the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his hobby
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin in clubs, hairy chest with many minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took sixteen shots in his 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, truck loads of
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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

Yo why's my 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 Son? God

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 today's Son? Knowledge God