Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas live
Who on this? We got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll flipped y'all 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 mouse trap, about to snatch the
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho
Fuckin, where the cow chat? till they bury me
Never a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All tough talk don't mean nuttin when ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see them ya want freedom
You know that sayin, if ya join 'em
Beat 'em and ya way in
We acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas slum juice with Jacob, FOOL
You're DUDE, I don't like your fuckin attitude
on my Clan from Shao', we ain't mad at you

[Ghostface
Yo, dippin cheesy face, meesly pace
Ghostface, jump out the window for a taste
Droopy luck, my main bitches call me
Educated say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

Cappa slide thru the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big ruffle inside the bubble-goose
It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Island
Playin with the big toys make noise
Echo in the hall, a voice
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 kingpin buzz the Black Jesus

Yo, the words you talk better be the you walk
Body you in the van while the is off
Put your vein out, watch me the dart
it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light curcuits off, thirty-third if my is off
That explains why my off
My gun aim and cough, y'all trained to brawl
more like them training bras
Wet behind the ear, you're not
for the project flow, with stares
I pass out a to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, bonfires
Pullin mask, so you it's me
weave got more seeds than ODB
Can't wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
Don't get 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 on Riker's Island
Stretched out, up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they
Biggie's Versacis, Snow White
Hands is photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't make it a
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tony
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of I start my own Chapters
Tyco, glow, velvet pose
Special effects, armors, murk you after shows

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

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Shoe fly shoe, Wally Clark crew
Fuck y'all wan' do? a brew, smoke an L or two
And flip like, yellin for the click, it's sick like
the way yo' stank eat a dick like
baby yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
gettin like..