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 and my bad-ass kids, freeze
at your ice like GEEZ!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all is bout that, psychotherapy
You bugging where the couch at? Wu, til bury me
Never tell a lie, like George the cherry tree
Now cherry pie, if it's not broke, let it be
Ain't nice in, New York
Stick you for your and your icing
tough talk? Don't mean nothing when you're up North
So keep hands where I can see em like you want freedom
You know that saying, if you join 'em, beat 'em
And push way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on
Pick the pace up, pants sagging pull your up
Niggas slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your attitude
Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

slide through with the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
Drip jewels, big
inside the bubble goose
It's the Odd
Hollow points follow you home, Island
Playing with the big toys that make
Echo in the hall, a scared
Niggas start to act choice, but Hines
Didn't Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads (yo)
The rap kingpin the Black Jesus is comin

Yo
The you talk, that'll 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 Bricks to the Persian
Light off, thirty-third of my brain is off
explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't to brawl
more like in training bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
For the flow, with extra stairs
I out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting barn
mad, so you know it's me
And your got more seeds than ODB
Can't with ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

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

"There's no to be found"

Word it's me
We in two-six's flirting bitches
plus taking pictures, how you doing baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way I speak
intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease"
Check out the grays on the of my waves
I those on Riker's Island
Stretched out, up in the caves
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text jam
Silky texture, jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as come
Biggie's Versace's, snow white
is like photographic magic, funeral love
Moving when we hug, don't make it a
Hit the gym for two weeks, come all chiseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Ton'
Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's
I my own chapters
Tyco nightglow pose, special effects
High-tech merc you at the shows


Cancun, me in the room, eating grouper

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

"There's no to be found"