Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

Through the lights cameras and action, glamour glitters and
I unfold the scroll, seeds to stampede the globe
When I'm deceased, by then the beast like yeast
To peace leaving savages to roam in the streets
Live on the run, police paying me to in my gun
Trick my wisdom with the system that my son
Smoke a leaf I hold heat, nonchalantly
I'm raunchy, the I do is real it never haunts me
While, funny style niggas roll in the
Rooster heads profile on a bus to Isle
Holding inside they pussy with they minds on the pretty things in life
Props is a thug's wife
It's like a cycle, come home, some'll go in
Do a bullet, come back, do the shit again
From the to the tomb, presume the unpredictable
Guns salute life, rapidly, that's the

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

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