Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggas live
Who I'm is? We got shit, something got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids,
Looking at ice like GEEZ!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to the cheese
I y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy
You where the couch at? Wu, til they bury me
tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing nice in, New
Stick you for your cake and your
That tough talk? Don't mean when you're up North
So keep them where I can see em like you want freedom
You know that saying, if you can't 'em, beat 'em
And your way in
We ain't but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, sagging pull your waist up
Niggas slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from the when we ain't mad at you"

Yo, yo
flipping cheesy face measly paced o'face
Ghostface, out the window for a little taste
The joopy look, my bitches call me lazy
birds say, "Ghost you so crazy!"

"There's no to be found"

Cappa' through with the Ghost
Post up like on walls
jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the goose
the Odd Couple
Hollow follow you home, Staten Island
Playing with the big toys make noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Hines
Didn't Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the
runnin (yo)
The rap kingpin the Black Jesus is comin

Yo
The words you talk, that'll be the you walk
you in the bed where the nurses are
Put your vein out, watch me the dart
Til it from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light circuits off, of my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all trained to brawl
Y'all more in training bras
Wet behind the ear, not prepared
For the project flow, extra stairs
I out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, barn fires
Pulling mad, so you know me
And your weed got seeds than ODB
Can't with ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

Eat a like
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick
Getting like

"There's no to be found"

Word me y'all
We in flirting with bitches
Dime plus taking pictures, how you doing My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I
Seek intelligence, slickest going since "Grease"
Check out the on the side of my waves
I grew those on Island
Stretched out, up in the caves
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, takes jam
texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Versace's, snow white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic, funeral
Moving when we hug, don't it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, back all chiseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's in of Macy's
I my own chapters
Tyco nightglow velvet pose, effects
High-tech armors merc you at the


Cancun, catch me in the room, eating

Shoe fly shoo, Don Clark crew
Fuck want to do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And like
for the whole click is sick like
You and your stank eat a dick like
Baby your shit, girl you're thick like
Getting like, yeah

"There's no to be found"