Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta
Y'll done flipped wig, blacked out the kid
Die and live for my and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like
Plottin on the trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? till they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if not BROKE, let it be
nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up
So keep hands where I can see them like ya want freedom
You know sayin, if ya can't 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 slum juice with Jacob,
You're DUDE, I don't like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my from Shao', we ain't mad at you

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

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

Yo, the words you talk better be the words you
you in the van while the nurse is off
Put vein out, watch me insert the dart
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Gulf
Light off, thirty-third if my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all ain't trained to
Y'all more like them 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 got more seeds than ODB
smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

Killah]
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
Don't get caught up in my or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, nigga doin it since Grease
Check out the greys on the 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 up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Biggie's Versacis, Snow rabbit
Hands is photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo 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
Zulu in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
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
y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's like
the way yo' stank bitch eat a like
baby yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
rich like..