Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

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

Yo, yo
Starks flipping face measly paced o'face
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little
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
Post up like paint on
Drip jewels, big
Ruffle inside the bubble
the Odd Couple
Hollow points follow you home, Staten
Playing the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
start to act choice, but Duncan Hines
Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two
Made the moist, shattered the windows
Dustheads (yo)
The rap kingpin bust the Jesus is comin

Yo
The words you talk, be the words you walk
Body you in the bed the nurses are
Put your vein out, watch me insert the
Til it plagues from Bricks to the Persian
Light off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That explains why my off
My gun aim and cough, ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more like in bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
For the flow, with extra stairs
I pass out a to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, starting barn
Pulling mad, so you know me
And weed got more seeds than ODB
Can't smoke with ya, watch tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

"There's no to be found"

it's me y'all
We in two-six's with bitches
Dime plus taking pictures, how you baby? My name Ghost
get caught up in my chains, or the way that I speak
Seek intelligence, nigga going since "Grease"
out the grays on the side of my waves
I grew on Riker's Island
Stretched out, balled up in the
Pull a boot out on Jimmy Jam, takes jam
Silky texture, jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versace's, snow white
Hands is like photographic magic, funeral
Moving when we hug, don't make it a
Hit the gym for two weeks, come all chiseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Ton'
Zulu Nation in the 80's in of Macy's
I my own chapters
Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special
High-tech merc you at the shows


Cancun, catch me in the room, grouper

fly shoo, Wally Don Clark crew
Fuck y'all want to do? a brew, smoke an L or two
And like
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"