Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, niggas can't live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Gotz ta Give
Y'll done flipped y'all wig, out the kid
Die and live for my and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like
on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the tree
Now cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up
So keep them hands where I can see them like ya freedom
You know sayin, if ya can't join 'em
Beat 'em and ya way in
We ain't but we flip on occasion
Pick the Pace up, snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum juice Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't like fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we mad at you

[Ghostface
Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, pace
Ghostface, jump out the for a little taste
Droopy luck, my main call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost, so crazy"

Cappa slide with the Ghost
Post up like paint on
Drip jew-els, big heat inside the bubble-goose
It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Island
Playin with the big that make noise
in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but 'hinds
Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two
Made the club moist, the windows
heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus

Yo, the words you talk better be the you walk
Body you in the van while the is off
Put your vein out, me insert the dart
Till it bleeds Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light off, thirty-third if my brain is off
That explains why my off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't to brawl
Y'all like them training bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
for the project flow, with extra
I pass out a to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a wire, startin bonfires
mask, so you know it's me
Your weave got more seeds ODB
Can't wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

Man]
Your shit
shake your shit 'fore your shit lice
Get like...

[Ghostface
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, with bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you doin baby, my Ghost
get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, nigga doin it since Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's
Stretched out, malled up in the
Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own
Tyco, Nike glow, pose
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after

Ghost'll hollar
Cancoon, me in the room eatin group up

Man]
Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark crew
Fuck wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick
the way yo' stank eat a dick like
baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick
gettin like..