Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy

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

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

Get nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You be there, layin' all stiff, uh
time you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, your 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 yellow shit, and the ain't Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we 'em
You mad cause I'm hittin' your sister
You in the other room, huh, you sleep, uh

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

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

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

Yo, Tone in the building, the teams in the building
Niggaz wanna beef, what up, what up, up
We packed to the ceiling we 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 better up
Anybody front, gonna pick 'em up
They try to you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up
Like, "Nah, doc, he better in a hearse truck"

I tried to it, his people saw it
I ain't the type of you go to war with
My gun yo, will crack the floor shit
the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just it

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

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

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

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

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

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

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