Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, niggas can't live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin ta Give
Y'll done y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the
I y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they me
Never a lie, like George with 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 cake and ya
All that tough don't mean nuttin when ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see 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 on occasion
Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your up
Niggas writin juice with Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan Shao', we ain't mad at you

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

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

Yo, the words you talk better be the you walk
Body you in the van the nurse is off
Put your vein out, watch me 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 more like them bras
Wet behind the ear, not prepared
for the project flow, with stares
I pass out a to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a wire, startin bonfires
Pullin mask, so you know me
weave got more seeds than ODB
Can't wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

[Method
Your shit
Baby shake your shit your shit lice
Get like...

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, with bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
get caught 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 doze on Island
out, malled up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam
texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is photographic magic
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, Tony
Zulu in the 80's, in front of Masey's I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you shows

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

[Method
Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark crew
Fuck wan' do? Crack a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, sick like
the way yo' stank eat a dick like
baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' like
gettin like..