Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, them can't live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin ta Give
Y'll done flipped y'all wig, out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice PLEASE
Plottin on the trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all 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 nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya and ya icin
All that tough talk mean nuttin when ya up north
So keep them hands I can see them like ya want freedom
You know that sayin, if ya can't 'em
'em and push ya way in
We ain't but we flip on occasion
Pick the up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas slum juice with Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't like your fuckin
Frontin on my Clan Shao', we ain't mad at you

[Ghostface
Yo, Starks cheesy face, meesly pace
Ghostface, jump out the for a little taste
Droopy luck, my bitches call me lazy
Educated birds say, "Ghost, so crazy"

Cappa slide with the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle the bubble-goose
It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you in Staten Island
Playin with the big that make noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
know Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the moist, shattered the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black

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

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

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
Dime plush, takin
"How you doin baby, my Ghost
Don't get caught up in my or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga it since Grease
Check out the greys on the of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island
Stretched out, up in the cage
a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is like magic
love, boohoo when we hug, don't 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
effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows

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

Man]
Shoe fly shoe, Wally Clark crew
Fuck y'all wan' do? a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, sick like
the way yo' stank bitch eat a like
shake yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
gettin like..