Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

Who I'm is? The phenom, them can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, something got to
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids,
at your ice like GEEZ!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that,
You bugging the couch at? Wu, til they bury me
Never tell a lie, like with the cherry tree
Now cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing nice in, New
you for your cake and your icing
That tough talk? Don't mean when you're up North
So keep them where I can see em like you want freedom
You that saying, if you can't join 'em, beat 'em
And push way in
We ain't but we flip on occasion
the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up
Niggas renting usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' we ain't mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

Cappa' through with the Ghost
up like paint on walls
Drip jewels, big
Ruffle inside the bubble
It's the Odd
Hollow follow you home, Staten Island
with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared
Niggas start to act choice, but Hines
Didn't know Betty had them two nines
Made the club moist, the windows
runnin (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Jesus is comin

Yo
The words you talk, that'll be the words you
Body you in the bed the nurses are
Put your out, watch me insert the dart
Til it plagues from to the Persian Gulf
Light circuits off, thirty-third of my is off
explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all trained to brawl
Y'all more like in bras
Wet behind the ear, not prepared
For the project flow, with extra
I out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, barn fires
mad, so you know it's me
And your weed got more seeds ODB
Can't smoke with ya, watch Ghost tie to ya
Def and Wu will ya

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

"There's no to be found"

it's 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 nigga since "Grease"
Check out the on the side of my waves
I grew those on Island
out, balled up in the caves
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as come
Biggie's Versace's, snow rabbit
is like photographic magic, funeral love
Moving when we hug, don't it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, come all chiseled
Elbows unique now, the new me
Ghettofabulous, Ton'
Zulu Nation in the 80's in of Macy's
I start my own
Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special
armors merc you at the shows


Cancun, me in the room, eating grouper

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

"There's no to be found"