Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas can't
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta
Y'll done y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], at your ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho
Fuckin, where the cow Blue till they bury me
tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now cherry 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 talk don't mean nuttin ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see them like ya want
You know that sayin, if ya join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We ain't but we flip on occasion
the Pace 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 from Shao', we ain't mad at you

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

Cappa thru with the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle the bubble-goose
the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten Island
Playin the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared
Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
Didn't know Betty Crocker had two nines
Made the club moist, the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the 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 Gulf
curcuits off, thirty-third if my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, ain't trained to brawl
Y'all more like them bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
for the project flow, with stares
I out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a wire, startin bonfires
Pullin mask, so you know me
Your weave got more seeds ODB
smoke wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

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

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, with bitches
Dime plush, takin
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
Don't get caught up in my or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest doin it since Grease
out the greys on the side 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, nose numb, real as come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is like magic
Funeral love, boohoo we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
Elbows unique now, 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
Special effects, armors, murk you after shows

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

Man]
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, it's sick
the way yo' stank eat a dick like
baby yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
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