Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, them can't live
Who on We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll done flipped wig, blacked out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till bury me
tell a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nuttin in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't nuttin when ya up north
So keep them hands I can see them like ya want freedom
You that sayin, if ya can't join 'em
Beat 'em and 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
like DUDE, I don't like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan 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 main call me lazy
Educated say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

Cappa thru with the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the
It's the odd couple, follow you home in Staten Island
Playin with the big toys make noise
in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
Didn't know Betty had them two nines
Made the club moist, the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin the Black Jesus

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

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

Killah]
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, with bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you doin baby, my name's
Don't get up in my chains or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest doin it since Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew on Riker's Island
out, malled up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, Space Jam
Silky texture, jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is like magic
Funeral love, 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, Tony
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of Masey's I my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you shows

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

[Method
Shoe fly shoe, Wally Clark crew
Fuck y'all wan' do? Crack a brew, an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the whole click, it's sick
the way yo' stank bitch eat a like
baby shake yo' shit, hold yo' like
rich like..