Luyện nghe bài hát Knowledge God - Raekwon

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

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

Fly like cashmere, last year, my team bodies in Gravesmere
Hit a store owner named Mike
Italiano, slanted-eyed bangin' them fat
Selling right out the bottle
Sometime, a nigga brought to test with minds
Crazy peace, keys in Greece
Was a rich nigga, picture the nigga without dope
Condo with his chick, the gold vigor
Mafia flicks, tyin up tricks was his main
Teachin his seed, Wu-Tang
Mixin drinks in clubs, chest with many minks
Night rollin' with spics
Extra live, he claimed he couldn't die, top
Took shots in his fist to bank
And his pet piranha, he named him
Smokin' ganja, callin' his paisandra
Claimin New York was ancient
Where the sky stayed the color of grey, her-on
I can't front though, loads of indo
Soon to blow slow, his ass is out now,

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

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

Yo why's my niggas always 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