Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy

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

Tell crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on
Get to the DJ, tell '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
karma, boy, running 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 the chipped up wrist, uh
You at the bar, whoadie, my piss, uh

The yellow shit, and the bottle Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we '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 seat up, so 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, it's to pop off
niggaz clear the fucking floor
Get the out the way, come on

Tell your to be easy, niggaz run around
them 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 Tone in the building, the in the building
Niggaz wanna beef, what up, up, what up
We packed to the ceiling we 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 back like Vu
Leave your girl me, I will bag your boo

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

I to ignore it, his people saw it
I ain't the type of dude you go to war
My polo gun yo, crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I it
I had his number down, just 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 your to be easy, niggaz run around
With them fake frowns, sell 'em on
Get to the DJ, tell 'em Staten Island's
In the house, put the on replay

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

So what, come on, now of y'all people
Might know me from my
Pretty got my number, y'all can dial me
I it up like an iced 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, those collard greens
I represent S.I., ain't as as me

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

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