Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

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

Killah]
Yo, Starks dippin face, meesly pace
Ghostface, jump out the window for a little
Droopy luck, my main call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost, so crazy"

Cappa slide thru the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the bubble-goose
It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten
Playin the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
Niggas start to act choice, but 'hinds
Didn't know Betty Crocker had two nines
the club moist, shattered the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin the Black Jesus

Yo, the words you talk be the words you walk
Body you in the van the nurse is off
Put your vein out, watch me insert the
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Gulf
Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my is off
explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more them training bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
for the flow, with extra stares
I out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, 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 open ya

[Method
Your lice
Baby shake your shit your shit lice
Get like...

Killah]
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
plush, takin pictures
"How you doin baby, my Ghost
get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest doin it since Grease
out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island
Stretched out, malled up in the
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, Space Jam
Silky texture, jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they
Biggie's Versacis, Snow rabbit
is like photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
Elbows unique now, the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tony
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after

Ghost'll exbefragilisticcalisuper
Cancoon, catch me in the room eatin up

Man]
Shoe fly shoe, dark Clark crew
Fuck y'all do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the click, it's sick like
the way yo' bitch eat a dick like
baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick
rich like..