Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy (Remix)

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

Ghostface Killah]
Tell your crew to be easy, niggaz run
them fake frowns, sell 'em on eBay
Get word to the DJ, tell 'em Island's
In the house, put the record on

[Ghostface
Colorful and my closet like Baskin-Robbins
Central Park killings, stab niggas while they
No on, whilin' like I sniffed the eight
At the ball game, down and stole the base
Some muthafuckas it was bass
Silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 Colombian snowflake
Mob Jacob slow cut 8 six, the have
Niggas running like Forrest he broke his braces, pa
Scold a nigga like a of hot chocolate
I eat her, I belong on a bitch 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 enlarged
That's one for you, for me
I'm hoggin' and shit, 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
Over to the car, but hoe, I'm the
Get your ass out, fuck if you out
Walk over to ya man, pull the out
Put it in my hand, watch a nigga out
Walk to your car, with your ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, nigga down wit
I'm a killa, wit that in ya face
Blow ya back, turn you into 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 slug for wig
wanna put me out the league like Terrell
Til they CD smokin' double
Ice Cube, fuck off movie money
Then serve you on the mic, and make feel funny

[Interlude: Killah]
Yeah... what's New York City?
It's ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' tonight
("Don't fuck with Ghost, you'll sorry")
We about 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 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 shit, and the bottle ain't Crys', son
You turned muthafuckin' 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 without that liquor, yup
We seat up, so take our picture
I'm the boogeyman, nigga, I'll 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!
niggaz clear the fucking floor
Get the out the way, come on!

[Trife (Ghostface Killah) {both}]
Yo, Tone in the building (the teams in the building)
Niggaz beef {what up, what up, what up}
We packed to the (we constantly chilling)
We can {we could, we shoot, we slice, we cut}

[Ghostface
Shimmy shimmy ya, yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back like vu
Leave your around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you niggaz better listen up
front, paramedics gonna pick 'em up
They try to you, sware 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 the floor shit
the heat's on, you know I draw it
I had his number down, Toney just it

Ghostface Killah]
Yeah, right
I to thank y'all for coming out tonight
How y'all that shit? Youknowhatimean?
You run New York
is that Theodore shit, muthafucker!