Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy (Remix)

"Don't with Ghost, you'll feel sorry"

[Chorus: Ghostface
your crew to be easy, niggaz run around
With fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Staten
In the house, put the record on

Killah]
Colorful kicks and my closet like
Central Park killings, niggas while they jogging
No shirt on, like I sniffed the eight
At the ball game, down and stole the base
Some muthafuckas said it was
Silly me, it was a 12 by 12 inch Colombian snowflake
Mob Jacob cut 8 six, the semi have
Niggas like Forrest when he broke his braces, pa
Scold a nigga a pile of hot chocolate
I eat her, I belong on a bitch cartridge
Niggas kill me potraying that shit
Shove his face in the like an ostrich
On some mob shit, no talking, we resolve shit
Stretch a nigga out like an dick
one for you, one-two for me
I'm hoggin' and shit, y'all best to be easy

[Interlude: Ice
The flow, you know the side, bitch
You the side, bitch, huh, ah

[Ice
Fuck you, if you don't think I get
I get it all day, standing in the
On broadway, bitches wanna call
to the car, but hoe, I'm the superstar
Get your ass out, fuck if you out
Walk over to ya man, the cash out
Put it in my hand, watch a nigga out
Walk back to your car, with ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, down wit Ghostface
I'm a killa, wit that in ya face
Blow ya back, turn you into a ghost
Hit you like Kenny hit on the post
West coast, ya hoe, ya gotta it
Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it covered
I got a for ya kids, a dick for your bitch
A slug for your wig
They wanna put me out the league Terrell
Til they CD double barrels
Ice Cube, will off movie money
Then serve you on the mic, and make whitey funny

[Interlude: Ghostface
Yeah... what's happpening New City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the house tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, feel sorry")
Nahwhatimean? We to get it popping, let's go!
Yo! Yo!

[Ghostface
Get nose blowned off by the fifth, uh
You wanna be there, all stiff, uh
you go uptown, you get jipped, uh
That's karma, boy, running lip, uh
You be fronting like you got a 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 shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad I'm hittin' your sister
You in the other room, huh, you sleep, uh
Pop a lotta shit without liquor, yup
We mind seat up, so take our
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or

[Interlude: Ghostface
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!

[Trife (Ghostface Killah) {both}]
Yo, it's Tone in the building (the in the building)
Niggaz beef {what up, what up, what up}
We to the ceiling (we constantly chilling)
We can cause {we could, we shoot, we slice, we

[Ghostface
shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, 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 pick 'em up
They try to save you, to God, I hit the nurse up
Like "Nah, doc, he better in a herse truck"
I to ignore it, his people saw it
I ain't the type of you go to war with
My polo gun yo, will crack the floor
the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his down, Toney just called it

[Outro: Killah]
Yeah, that's
I like to y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You run New York
This is that shit, muthafucker!