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 flipped y'all wig, blacked out the
Die and live for my nigs and my kids, freeze
Looking at ice like GEEZ!
I'm on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is that, psychotherapy
You bugging where the couch at? Wu, til bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the cherry
Now it's pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing in, New York
Stick you for your cake and icing
That tough talk? Don't mean nothing when you're up
So keep hands where I can see em like you want freedom
You know saying, if you can't join 'em, beat 'em
And push way in
We ain't acrobats but we on occasion
Pick the up, pants sagging pull your waist up
Niggas renting slums Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your attitude
Frontin on my Clan the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

slide through with the Ghost
Post up like on walls
jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the goose
It's the Odd
points follow you home, Staten Island
Playing with the big toys that make
Echo in the hall, a scared
Niggas to act choice, but Duncan Hines
know Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the moist, shattered the windows
runnin (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, watch me the dart
Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian
Light off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That explains why my off
My gun aim and cough, y'all trained to brawl
Y'all like in training bras
Wet behind the ear, you're not
For the project flow, extra stairs
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 dick
Baby shake your shit, you're thick like
Getting rich

"There's no to be found"

it's me y'all
We in two-six's flirting bitches
Dime plus taking pictures, how you baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way that I
intelligence, slickest 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 boot out on Jimmy Jam, text jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versace's, snow white
Hands is like magic, funeral love
Moving when we hug, make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, back all chiseled
Elbows now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Ton'
Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's
I my own chapters
Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special
High-tech merc you at the shows


Cancun, me in the room, eating grouper

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

"There's no to be found"