Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy (Remix)

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

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

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

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

Cube]
Fuck you, if you don't I get money
I get it all day, standing in the
On broadway, bitches call Shea
to the car, but hoe, I'm the superstar
Get ass out, fuck if you pass out
Walk over to ya man, pull the out
Put it in my hand, watch a nigga out
Walk back to your car, with ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit
I'm a killa, wit that in ya face
Blow ya face back, turn you a ghost
Hit you like Kenny hit Casper on the
coast, ya hoe, ya gotta love it
It's Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it
I got a for ya kids, a dick for your bitch
A four-five for your wig
wanna put me out the league like Terrell
Til CD smokin' double barrels
Ice Cube, fuck off movie money
Then serve you on the mic, and make feel funny

[Interlude: Killah]
Yeah... what's happpening New York
It's ya boy Ghost in the house tonight
("Don't with Ghost, you'll feel sorry")
Nahwhatimean? We about to get it popping, go!
Yo! Yo!

[Ghostface
Get your 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 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 turned muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' sister
You in the room, huh, you couldn't sleep, uh
Pop a shit without that liquor, yup
We seat up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or

[Interlude: Ghostface
Yeah, oh shit, aiyo hurry up and get 'em, nigga
You knowhatimean, it's to pop off!
Ya'll niggaz the fucking floor
Get the fuck out the way, on!

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

Killah]
Shimmy ya, shimmy yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm like deja vu
Leave your girl me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch better listen up
Anybody front, paramedics pick 'em up
They try to save you, sware to God, I hit the up
Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a truck"
I tried to it, his people saw it
I ain't the of dude you go to war with
My polo gun yo, crack the floor shit
the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just it

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