Luyện nghe bài hát Verbal Intercourse - Raekwon

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

Perhaps bullets bust niggas mad money
lies and white guys, we can see it through the eyes
Catch the on tape, kilos disintegrate
pots, we break, fiends licking plates
In the building niggas building, like little children,
Them older niggas ain't
Sirens circling are lurking in your baggage
Oh, one's gone now, what, smack him in his
In the woodwork, crack sales like Woolworth's
In the projects, richest rocking all the real worth
Police questioning, rooftop invested in
Trading in Lexuses, GS's, sending messages
Two and two makes four, crazily pour
Gun wars my crew feel 'em like

With the green leathers, hundred pound snakes and
Fiends found in lakes, jealously Jakes we
I strive for is what I live for
Infatuated by material things in this life of war
Like somewhere the rainbow, I see a big pot of gold
Future so I hold
Thousands of cracks bagged up inside the
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 banging niggas for time
Hurry up duke I'm on line
And what the fuck is you at?
By the way young blood, hit me off with that Bay hat
Watch your back inside the hall, new slide through
Like doors yo, you're staring in the mess
Your adrenaline runs, niggas be swindling
New jacks surrendering, come home not
Made bail with different size kicks on, a dress shirt
gay in the yard, and you got hurt
Flashbacks, of the day room, mop style
Your faggot ass got bashed trying to the dial
You told boo you was wiling
Once you heard Wu, out of the blue, family's 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
Your man's in the stashing ice picks
I'ma end this with a big red cherry on top
Me, Nas and Rae got the best on the block