Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy

Yeah, what's happpening New City?
ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
NahwhatImean? We about to get it popping, go!
Yo yo

Tell your crew to be easy, run around
With them fake frowns, 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on

Get your nose off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, all stiff, uh
Every you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running lip, uh

You be like you got a bunch of chicks, uh
You be at home, nigga, beating dick, uh
I'm in the club the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, my piss, uh

The shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' your
You in the room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh

Pop a lotta shit that liquor, yup
We mind up, so take our picture
I'm the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya
now or later, afterlife, or switcher

Yeah, oh shit, aiyo hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatImean, about to pop off
Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking
Get the out the way, come on

Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run
With fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Island's
In the house, put the record on

Yo, Tone in the building, the teams in the building
Niggaz wanna beef, what up, up, what up
We to the ceiling we constantly chilling
We can we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut

shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yeah, now
Yes, my birthday, in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like Vu
Leave your around me, I will bag your boo

Ahh, you bitch niggaz listen up
Anybody front, paramedics gonna 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the up
Like, "Nah, doc, he look in a hearse truck"

I to ignore it, his people saw it
I the type of dude you go to war with
My gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I it
I had his number down, Toney just it

Yo, aiyo, Pete Rock, looking nigga!
Staten Island, yo Theodore! the deal
Slap me one of the ratchets, I'm to go in, yo

Tell crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten
In the house, put the record on

get that cheese, gotta pimp that V
Gotta burn leaves, and uh
Pretty Tone make the say please
work that D, put it in and be eas' and uh

So what, come on, now of y'all people
know me from my wallabies
Pretty bitches got my number, can dial me
I stick it up like an cake robbery

And when I'm done, y'all can finger nail me
Floss the ill robes since
Clientele, put the world on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, those collard greens
I represent S.I., ain't as as me

They lousy, I'm phat like a of cheeba weed brownies
Tone got the powder squeeze, surround me
Quick to a honey up, shit, the flow's Bounty
can just crown me

Yeah, that's
I like to thank y'all for coming out
How y'all like that shit?
You really run New
This is that shit, muthafucker