Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas 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 nigs and my bad ass
Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the
I heard y'all is 'bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow Blue till they bury me
tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nuttin in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't mean when ya up north
So keep hands where I can see them like ya want freedom
You that sayin, if ya can't join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We ain't acrobats but we on occasion
Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your up
Niggas writin slum with Jacob, FOOL
like DUDE, I don't like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we mad at you

Killah]
Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, meesly
Ghostface, jump out the for a little taste
Droopy luck, my main bitches call me
birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

Cappa slide thru the Ghost
Post up like 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 'hinds
Didn't know Betty Crocker had two nines
Made the club moist, the windows
heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus

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

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

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, flirtin with
Dime plush, takin
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
Don't get caught up in my chains or the way I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Island
Stretched out, up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versacis, Snow rabbit
Hands is like photographic
love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tony
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows

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

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