Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, them can't live
Who on this? We got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll done flipped y'all wig, out the kid
Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass
[sniff], lookin at your ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all is 'bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, the cow chat? Blue 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 nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough don't mean nuttin 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, your waist up
Niggas writin juice with Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't like fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan Shao', we ain't mad at you

Killah]
Yo, dippin 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 thru the Ghost
up like paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the
It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you in Staten Island
Playin with the big that make noise
in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas start to act choice, but 'hinds
Didn't know Betty had them two nines
Made the club moist, the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Jesus

Yo, the words you talk be the words you walk
you in the van while the nurse is off
Put your vein out, watch me insert the
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Gulf
Light 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 pass out a vest to (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, startin
Pullin mask, so you it's me
Your weave got more than ODB
Can't smoke wit'cha, watch tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

[Method
shit lice
Baby your shit 'fore your shit lice
Get like...

Killah]
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, flirtin with
Dime plush, pictures
"How you doin baby, my Ghost
Don't get up in my chains or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga it since Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's
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, nose numb, as they come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my back all
Elbows unique now, the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own
Tyco, glow, velvet pose
Special effects, 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' bitch eat a dick like
baby yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
rich like..