Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, niggas can't live
Who on We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll done flipped wig, blacked out the kid
Die and live for my and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the trap, about to snatch the cheese
I y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they me
Never tell a lie, like George with the tree
Now it's 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 ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see them ya want freedom
You know that sayin, if ya join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on
Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw waist up
Niggas slum juice with Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't like your attitude
Frontin on my Clan Shao', we ain't mad at you

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

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

Yo, the words you talk be the words you walk
you in the van while the nurse is off
Put your vein out, me insert the dart
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian
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 like them training bras
Wet behind the ear, you're not
for the project flow, with stares
I out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a wire, startin bonfires
mask, so you know it's me
Your weave got more seeds ODB
smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

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

Killah]
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, flirtin with
Dime plush, takin
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
Don't get 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 on Riker's Island
out, malled up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is like photographic
Funeral love, 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, Atlas
Zulu 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 hollar
Cancoon, catch me in the eatin group up

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