Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

Who I'm is? The phenom, them can't live
Who I'm is? We ain't got shit, got to give
Y'all done flipped y'all wig, blacked out the
Die and live for my nigs and my kids, freeze
Looking at your ice GEEZ!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to the cheese
I y'all kids is bout that, psychotherapy
You where the couch at? Wu, til they 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 nice in, New York
you for your cake and your icing
That tough talk? Don't mean nothing when you're up
So keep them hands where I can see em you want freedom
You know that saying, if you can't 'em, beat 'em
And push way in
We acrobats but we flip on occasion
the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up
Niggas renting usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your attitude
Frontin on my from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

Cappa' slide with the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
jewels, big heat
Ruffle inside the bubble
the Odd Couple
Hollow points you home, Staten Island
with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Hines
know Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the moist, shattered the windows
runnin (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is

Yo
The words you talk, be the words 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 Gulf
Light 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 like in training bras
Wet behind the ear, you're not
For the project flow, with extra
I out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, barn fires
Pulling mad, so you know me
And your weed got more than ODB
Can't smoke with ya, Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

"There's no to be found"

Word me y'all
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, nigga going since "Grease"
Check out the grays on the side of my
I grew those on Riker's
out, balled up in the caves
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text jam
texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as come
Biggie's Versace's, white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic, love
Moving when we hug, don't make it a
Hit the gym for two weeks, back all chiseled
Elbows now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Ton'
Zulu Nation in the in front of Macy's
I start my own
Tyco nightglow velvet pose, effects
armors merc you at the shows


Cancun, catch me in the room, eating

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

"There's no to be found"