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 nigs and my kids, freeze
Looking at your ice GEEZ!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, to snatch the cheese
I y'all kids 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 cherry pie, if not broke, let it be
Ain't nothing in, New York
Stick you for cake and your icing
That tough talk? Don't nothing when you're up North
So keep them 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 on occasion
the pace up, pants sagging pull your waist up
Niggas slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
like, "Dude! I don't like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my from the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

Cappa' through with the Ghost
up like paint on walls
Drip jewels, big
Ruffle inside the goose
It's the Odd
points follow you home, Staten Island
Playing with the big that make noise
in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Hines
Didn't know Betty had them two nines
the club moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Black is comin

Yo
The words you talk, that'll be the you walk
you in the bed where the nurses are
Put your vein out, watch me the dart
Til it plagues Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light circuits off, of my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to
Y'all like in training bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
For the project flow, extra stairs
I pass out a vest to (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting fires
Pulling mad, so you it's me
And your weed got more seeds ODB
Can't smoke ya, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

"There's no to be found"

Word it's me
We in flirting 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 grays on the side of my
I grew on Riker's Island
out, balled up in the caves
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, takes jam
Silky texture, jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Versace's, snow white rabbit
Hands is like photographic magic, funeral
Moving when we hug, make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, back all chiseled
Elbows now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's in front of
I my own chapters
Tyco nightglow pose, special effects
armors merc you at the shows


Cancun, me in the room, eating grouper

fly shoo, Wally Don Clark 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 like, yeah

"There's no to be found"