Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, niggas can't live
Who on this? We got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll flipped y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass
[sniff], lookin at your ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the
I heard y'all kids is that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they 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 nice in, New York, stick ya for ya and ya icin
All that tough talk don't nuttin when ya up north
So keep them where I can see them like ya want freedom
You know that sayin, if ya join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We acrobats but we flip on occasion
the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum 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 for a little taste
Droopy luck, my main call me lazy
birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

Cappa slide thru with the
Post up paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big heat inside the bubble-goose
It's the odd couple, holo-points you home in Staten Island
with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared
Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
Didn't Betty Crocker had them two nines
the club moist, shattered the windows
Dust heads runnin, the kingpin buzz the Black Jesus

Yo, the words you talk better be the words you
Body you in the van the nurse is off
Put your vein out, watch me insert the
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian
Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more them training bras
Wet behind the ear, not prepared
for the flow, with extra stares
I pass out a vest to (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, bonfires
Pullin mask, so you it's me
Your weave got more than ODB
Can't smoke wit'cha, Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

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

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, with bitches
plush, takin pictures
"How you doin baby, my Ghost
Don't get caught up in my or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga doin it 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, Jordan jumped up like Clyde
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versacis, Snow rabbit
Hands is photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all
unique now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Atlas
Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, pose
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you shows

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

[Method
fly shoe, Wally dark Clark 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 bitch eat a like
baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick
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