Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy

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

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

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

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

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

Pop a lotta shit without liquor, yup
We mind up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or

Yeah, oh shit, Tone 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, run around
With them frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the record on

Yo, it's in the building, the teams in the building
Niggaz beef, what up, what 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 girl me, I will bag your boo

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

I tried to ignore it, his saw it
I ain't the type of dude you go to war
My gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I it
I had his number down, Toney called it

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

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

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

So what, come on, now some of y'all
Might know me my wallabies
Pretty bitches got my number, y'all can me
I stick it up like an iced cake

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

They lousy, I'm like a pound of cheeba weed brownies
got the powder squeeze, don't surround me
Quick to pick a up, shit, the flow's Bounty
Ya'll can crown me

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