Luyện nghe bài hát Be Easy (Remix)

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

Ghostface Killah]
Tell your crew to be easy, run around
them 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, stab niggas while they
No shirt on, like I sniffed the eight
At the game, jumped down and stole the base
Some said it was bass
Silly me, thought it was a 12 by 12 inch Colombian
Mob slow cut 8 six, the semi have
Niggas running like Forrest when he his braces, pa
Scold a nigga like a of hot chocolate
I eat her, I belong on a bitch cartridge
Niggas kill me potraying that shit
his face in the dirt like an ostrich
On mob shit, no talking, like we resolve shit
Stretch a nigga out like an dick
That's one for you, for me
I'm hoggin' and shit, y'all muthafuckas best to be

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

Cube]
Fuck you, if you think I get money
I get it all day, standing in the
On broadway, bitches wanna call
to the car, but hoe, I'm the superstar
Get ass out, fuck if you pass out
over to ya man, pull the cash out
Put it in my hand, a nigga mash out
Walk back to your car, your ass out
Fuck a ghostwriter, down wit Ghostface
I'm a killa, wit that in ya face
Blow ya face back, you into a ghost
Hit you Kenny hit Casper on the post
West coast, ya hoe, ya gotta it
It's Ice Cube, yea, bitch, I got it
I got a movie for ya kids, a for your bitch
A slug for your wig
wanna put me out the league like Terrell
Til they CD smokin' barrels
Ice Cube, fuck off movie money
Then serve you on the mic, and whitey feel funny

[Interlude: Ghostface
Yeah... what's New York City?
ya boy Ghost in the muthafuckin' house tonight
("Don't fuck Ghost, you'll 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 you got a bunch 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 yellow shit, and the bottle Crys', son
You turned your muthafuckin' head, nigga, we 'em
You just mad cause I'm hittin' sister
You in the other room, huh, you sleep, uh
Pop a shit without that liquor, yup
We mind up, so take our picture
I'm like the boogeyman, nigga, get ya
Whether now or later, afterlife, or

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

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

[Ghostface
Shimmy shimmy ya, yam, shimmy yea, now
Yes, my birthday, in nay, now
Peace to Dirt Dog, I'm back deja vu
your girl around me, I will bag your boo
Ahh, you bitch niggaz better up
Anybody front, paramedics pick 'em up
They try to you, sware to God, I hit the nurse up
Like "Nah, doc, he look better in a truck"
I tried to it, his people saw it
I the type of dude you go to war with
My gun yo, will crack the floor shit
When the heat's on, you know I it
I had his number down, Toney called it

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