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 flipped y'all wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my and my bad-ass kids, freeze
Looking at your ice 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 they me
Never tell a lie, George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing in, New York
Stick you for your cake and your
That tough talk? Don't mean nothing you're up North
So keep them hands 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 pull your waist up
Niggas slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from the when we ain't mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

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

Yo
The words you talk, that'll be the you walk
Body you in the bed the nurses are
Put your vein out, me insert the dart
Til it plagues Bricks to the Persian Gulf
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
Y'all more like in training
Wet behind the ear, you're not
For the project flow, extra stairs
I pass out a vest to (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting fires
Pulling mad, so you know me
And weed got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

"There's no to be found"

Word it's me
We in two-six's flirting bitches
Dime plus pictures, how you doing baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga since "Grease"
Check out the on the side of my waves
I grew on Riker's Island
Stretched out, balled up in the
Pull a boot out on Jam, text takes jam
texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Biggie's Versace's, white rabbit
Hands is like magic, funeral love
when we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, back all chiseled
Elbows unique now, the new me
Ghettofabulous, Ton'
Zulu Nation in the in front of Macy's
I start my own
Tyco nightglow pose, special effects
High-tech armors merc you at the


Cancun, me in the room, eating grouper

Shoe fly shoo, Wally Don crew
Fuck y'all to do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And like
Killing for the click 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"