Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

Who I'm is? The phenom, them niggas live
Who I'm is? We got shit, something 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 ice like GEEZ!
I'm plotting on the mousetrap, about to the cheese
I heard y'all kids is bout that,
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
nothing nice in, New York
Stick you for your cake and icing
That tough talk? Don't mean when you're up North
So keep them hands where I can see em like you 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 up, pants sagging pull your waist up
renting slums usually Jacob, FOOL!
You're like, "Dude! I don't your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan the Stat' when we ain't mad at you"

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

"There's no to be found"

Cappa' slide through with the
Post up paint on walls
Drip jewels, big
Ruffle the bubble goose
It's the Odd
points follow you home, Staten Island
Playing with the big toys make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared
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 is comin

Yo
The words you talk, be the words you walk
you in the bed where the nurses are
Put your out, watch me insert the dart
Til it from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light off, thirty-third of my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all trained to brawl
Y'all more like in bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
For the project flow, with extra
I out a vest to wear (bullets, flying)
Yo, the hard wire, barn fires
mad, so you know it's 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 dick
Baby shake your shit, girl thick like
Getting rich

"There's no to be found"

Word it's me
We in two-six's flirting with
Dime plus taking pictures, how you baby? My name Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains, or the way I speak
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga going "Grease"
Check out the on the side of my waves
I grew those on Island
Stretched out, balled up in the
a boot out on Jimmy Jam, text takes jam
Silky texture, Jordan up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Versace's, snow white rabbit
Hands is photographic magic, funeral love
Moving we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym for two weeks, come all chiseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghettofabulous, Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's in of Macy's
I start my own
Tyco nightglow velvet pose, special
High-tech armors you at the shows


Cancun, catch me in the room, grouper

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

"There's no to be found"