Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy (Remix)

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

[Chorus: Killah]
Tell your crew to be easy, run around
With them frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Island's
In the house, put the on replay

[Ghostface
Colorful 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 down and stole the
Some said it was bass
Silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 Colombian snowflake
Mob slow cut 8 six, the semi have
Niggas running like Forrest when he his braces, pa
a nigga like a pile of hot chocolate
Before I eat her, I on a bitch cartridge
kill me potraying that hard shit
Shove his face in the dirt an ostrich
On mob shit, no talking, like we resolve shit
Stretch a nigga out like an enlarged
one for you, one-two for me
I'm and shit, y'all muthafuckas best to be easy

Ice Cube]
The pyroclastic flow, you know the side,
You the side, bitch, huh, ah

Cube]
Fuck you, if you don't I get money
I get it all day, in the hallway
On broadway, bitches wanna Shea
Over to the car, but hoe, I'm the
Get ass out, fuck if you pass out
over to ya man, pull 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 chrome in ya face
Blow ya face back, turn you a ghost
Hit you Kenny hit Casper 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 four-five for your wig
They wanna put me out the league like
Til they CD smokin' barrels
Ice Cube, will off movie money
Then you on the mic, and make whitey feel funny

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

[Ghostface
Get your blowned off by the fifth, uh
You be there, layin' all stiff, uh
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 your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we switched 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' sister
You in the other room, huh, you sleep, uh
Pop a lotta without that liquor, yup
We seat up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, get ya
now or later, afterlife, or switcher

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

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

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

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