Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, them can't live
Who on We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz ta Give
Y'll done y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and live for my nigs and my bad ass
[sniff], lookin at your ice like PLEASE
Plottin on the trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard 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 nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't mean when ya up north
So them hands where I can see them like ya want freedom
You that sayin, if ya can't join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We ain't acrobats but we on occasion
Pick the Pace up, snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum juice Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't your fuckin attitude
on my Clan from Shao', we ain't mad at you

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

Cappa slide thru the Ghost
Post up like 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 scared
start 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 buzz the Black Jesus

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

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

[Ghostface
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
Dime plush, pictures
"How you doin baby, my 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 doze on Island
out, malled up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Jam
Silky texture, jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as come
Biggie's Versacis, White rabbit
is like photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
Elbows unique now, the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Tony
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
Special effects, armors, murk you after shows

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

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