Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

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

[Ghostface
Yo, Starks dippin cheesy face, pace
Ghostface, jump out the window for a taste
Droopy luck, my main call me lazy
birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

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

Yo, the words you better be the words you walk
you in the van while the nurse is off
Put your vein out, watch me the dart
Till it bleeds Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my is off
That explains why my 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, with stares
I pass out a vest to (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a wire, startin bonfires
Pullin mask, so you it's me
Your weave got more than ODB
smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

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

[Ghostface
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, with bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you doin baby, my 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 on Riker's Island
Stretched out, up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Jam
texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as come
Biggie's Versacis, White rabbit
Hands is photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a
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 of Masey's I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, pose
effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows

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

Man]
Shoe fly shoe, Wally Clark 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 like
baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick
gettin like..