Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, them can't live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta
Y'll flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, to snatch 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 with the tree
Now cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't nuttin when ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see like ya want freedom
You know that sayin, if ya join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We ain't acrobats but we on occasion
the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum juice with Jacob,
You're like DUDE, I don't your fuckin attitude
on my Clan from Shao', we ain't 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 thru with 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 in Staten Island
Playin with the big toys that noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
Niggas start to act choice, but Dunkin
Didn't know Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the
heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus

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

[Method
Your shit
shake your shit 'fore your shit lice
Get like...

Killah]
Word, it's me

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

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

[Method
Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark crew
y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick like
the way yo' bitch eat a dick like
baby shake yo' shit, yo' dick like
gettin like..