Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on The Fenon, them niggas can't 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 ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to snatch the
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, therapy
Fuckin, the cow chat? Blue till they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George with the tree
Now cherry pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk mean nuttin when ya up north
So keep them 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 but we flip on occasion
Pick the Pace up, snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum juice Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I 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 window for a little
Droopy luck, my main call me lazy
birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

Cappa slide with the Ghost
Post up paint on walls
Drip jew-els, big ruffle inside the bubble-goose
It's the odd couple, 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 Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, shattered the
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Jesus

Yo, the words you talk better be the words you
you in the van while the nurse is off
Put your out, watch me insert the dart
Till it bleeds from to the Persian 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 them training bras
Wet behind the ear, not prepared
for the project flow, extra stares
I out a vest to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, startin
Pullin mask, so you it's me
Your weave got seeds than ODB
Can't smoke wit'cha, watch tie rope to ya
Def and Wu open ya

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

Killah]
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you doin baby, my name's
Don't get caught up in my chains or the way I speak"
Seek intelligence, nigga doin it since Grease
Check out the on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island
out, malled up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Drexler
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is like 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 Masey's I start my own
Tyco, Nike glow, pose
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after

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

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