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, something got to
Y'all done flipped wig, blacked out the crib
Die and live for my nigs and my bad-ass kids,
Looking at ice like GEEZ!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that,
You bugging where the at? Wu, til they bury me
Never tell a lie, like with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if not broke, let it be
nothing nice in, New York
Stick you for your and your icing
That talk? Don't mean nothing when you're up North
So keep them hands where I can see em like you freedom
You know saying, if you can't join 'em, beat 'em
And push way in
We acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the pace up, pants sagging your waist up
renting slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin
Frontin on my Clan from the Stat' we ain't mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

Cappa' slide through the Ghost
Post up like paint on
Drip jewels, big
Ruffle inside the goose
It's the Odd
Hollow points follow you home, Staten
with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared
start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two
Made the club moist, shattered the
Dustheads (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Black Jesus is

Yo
The words you talk, be the words you walk
Body you in the bed the nurses are
Put your out, watch me insert the dart
Til it plagues from Bricks to the Gulf
Light circuits off, thirty-third of my 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, not prepared
For the flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the wire, starting barn fires
Pulling mad, so you it's me
And your weed got more seeds ODB
Can't smoke with ya, Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

"There's no to be found"

Word me y'all
We in two-six's with bitches
Dime plus taking pictures, how you doing My name Ghost
Don't get up in my chains, or the way that I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going "Grease"
Check out the on the side of my waves
I grew those on Island
out, balled up in the caves
Pull a boot out on Jam, text takes 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 photographic magic, funeral love
Moving when we hug, make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, come all chiseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Atlas
Nation in the 80's in front of Macy's
I my own chapters
Tyco nightglow pose, special effects
armors merc you at the shows


Cancun, catch me in the room, grouper

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

"There's no to be found"