Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

Who I'm is? The phenom, niggas can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, got to give
Y'all done y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids,
Looking at your ice GEEZ!
I'm on the mousetrap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all is bout that, psychotherapy
You bugging the couch at? Wu, til they bury me
Never tell a lie, 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 icing
That tough talk? Don't mean nothing when up North
So keep hands 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 acrobats but we on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants sagging your waist up
Niggas slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin
Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' when we mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

Cappa' slide through the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the bubble
the Odd Couple
Hollow points follow you home, Staten
Playing with the big toys that make
in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the
runnin (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Jesus is comin

Yo
The words you talk, that'll be the you walk
Body you in the bed where the are
Put your vein out, watch me insert the
Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian
circuits off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't to brawl
Y'all more like in training
Wet behind the ear, you're not
For the project flow, with stairs
I out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the wire, starting barn fires
Pulling mad, so you it's me
And your weed got more than ODB
Can't smoke ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

"There's no to be found"

Word it's me
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
intelligence, slickest nigga going since "Grease"
Check out the grays on the side of my
I grew on Riker's Island
Stretched out, balled up in the
a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler
All up in the parrot, numb, real 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, come all chiseled
Elbows now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Ton'
Zulu Nation in the in front of Macy's
I my own chapters
nightglow velvet pose, special effects
High-tech armors merc you at the


Cancun, catch me in the room, grouper

Shoe fly shoo, Don Clark 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 bitch eat a like
Baby shake your shit, girl you're thick
Getting like, yeah

"There's no to be found"