Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, plant to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast arise yeast
To conquer peace leaving savages to roam in the
Live on the run, police me to give in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the that imprisoned my son
a gold leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the things I do is it never haunts me
While, funny niggas roll in the pile
heads profile on a bus to Riker's Isle
Holding weed inside they pussy they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a true thug's
It's a cycle, niggas come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
From the womb to the tomb, the unpredictable
salute life, rapidly, that's the ritual

Perhaps bullets niggas discuss mad money
True lies and white guys, we can see it through the
Catch the most on tape, disintegrate
Pyrex pots, we break, fiends licking
In the building niggas building, like children, staring
Them older niggas ain't
Sirens circling fiends are lurking in baggage
Oh, gone now, what, smack him in his cabbage
In the woodwork, crack bubble like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest niggas all the real worth
Police questioning, cats invested in
Trading in they Lexuses, GS's, messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my feel 'em like swords

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
What I for is what I live for
by material things in this wild life of war
Like over the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks up inside the shoebox
Don't jack in my lab, don't wanna see 2Pac
Got two spots, a new lot, with rocks
Shoot-outs making me hot, crooked Bad Tony and the ball drop
In the 'nile, I'm niggas for slot time
Hurry up duke I'm next on
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with Green Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new niggas slide
Like doors yo, staring in the mess hall
Your adrenaline runs, cigarette be swindling
New jacks surrendering, home not remembering
Made bail with different size kicks on, a white shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to turn the
You told your boo you was
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, your from Shaolin
High class cooks, throw on vests out of phone
niggas are screaming, "I got juxed!"
Sharpened toothbrushes, 190 with baby oil and shit
man's in the kitchen stashing ice picks
Well I'ma end this with a big red on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block