Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Gotz ta Give
Y'll done y'all wig, blacked out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice PLEASE
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to the cheese
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they me
Never a lie, like George with the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if not BROKE, let it be
Ain't nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya
All that tough talk mean nuttin when ya up north
So keep them hands where I can see them like ya want
You know that sayin, if ya join 'em
Beat 'em and ya way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on
Pick the Pace up, snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum with Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't like your attitude
Frontin on my Clan Shao', we ain't mad at you

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

Cappa slide with the Ghost
Post up like paint on
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle inside the
It's the odd couple, holo-points follow you in Staten Island
with the big toys that make noise
Echo in the hall, a scared
Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
Didn't know Betty had them two nines
Made the moist, shattered the windows
heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black Jesus

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

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

Killah]
Word, me y'all

We in two sixes, with 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, slickest nigga it since Grease
Check out the greys on the side of my waves, my crew doze on Island
Stretched out, malled up in the
Pull a ? out on Jam, shakes Space Jam
Silky texture, jumped up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they
Biggie's Versacis, Snow rabbit
is like photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, don't it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
Elbows unique now, the new me
fabulous, Tony Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in of Masey's I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, pose
Special effects, high-tech armors, you after shows

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

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