Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

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

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

"There's no to be found"

slide through with the Ghost
Post up like paint on
jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the goose
It's the Odd
Hollow follow you home, Staten Island
Playing with the big toys that make
Echo in the hall, a voice
start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Betty had them two nines
the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads (yo)
The rap kingpin the Black Jesus is comin

Yo
The words you talk, be the words you walk
Body you in the bed the nurses are
Put your vein out, me insert the dart
Til it plagues from to the Persian Gulf
circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That explains why my off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to
Y'all more like in training
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
For the project flow, extra stairs
I pass out a vest to (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, barn fires
mad, so you know it's me
And your got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke with ya, watch 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"

it's me y'all
We in flirting with bitches
Dime plus taking pictures, how you baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way I speak
Seek intelligence, nigga going since "Grease"
Check out the grays on the of my waves
I grew those on Island
Stretched out, up in the caves
Pull a out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Versace's, snow white rabbit
Hands is like magic, funeral love
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, Ton'
Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's
I start my own
nightglow velvet pose, special effects
High-tech merc you at the shows


Cancun, catch me in the room, grouper

Shoe fly shoo, Don Clark crew
Fuck y'all want to do? a brew, smoke an L or two
And like
Killing for the click is sick like
You and your bitch eat a dick like
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick
Getting rich like,

"There's no to be found"