Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy

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

Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run
With them frowns, sell '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 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, your dick, uh
I'm in the club with the up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, my piss, uh

The yellow shit, and the bottle Crys', son
You turned your head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad I'm hittin' your sister
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 the boogeyman, nigga, I'll get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or

Yeah, oh shit, Tone hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatImean, it's to pop off
Ya'll niggaz clear the fucking
Get the fuck out the way, on

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

Yo, it's in the building, the teams in the building
Niggaz wanna beef, up, what up, what up
We packed to the we constantly chilling
We can we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut

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

Ahh, you bitch niggaz listen up
front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to save you, 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 you go to war with
My gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you I draw it
I had his number down, just called it

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

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

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

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

And when I'm done, y'all can nail file me
the ill robes since Criminology
Supreme Clientele, put the on top of me
Yo babe, hurry up, with those greens
I represent S.I., as wild as me

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

Yeah, that's
I like to y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all like shit? YouknowhatImean?
You run New York
This is Theodore shit, muthafucker