Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, niggas can't live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin ta Give
Y'll done flipped y'all wig, out the kid
Die and for my nigs and my bad ass kids
Freeze [sniff], lookin at your ice like
Plottin on the mouse trap, about to the cheese
I heard y'all is 'bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they me
Never tell a lie, like 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 that tough talk don't 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
'em and push ya way in
We acrobats but we flip on occasion
the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum juice with Jacob,
You're like DUDE, I like your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan Shao', we ain't mad at you

Killah]
Yo, dippin cheesy face, meesly pace
Ghostface, jump out the window for a taste
Droopy luck, my main call me lazy
birds 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, holo-points follow you home in Staten
Playin the big toys that make noise
in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
Didn't know Betty Crocker had them two
the club moist, shattered the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin buzz the Black

Yo, the words you talk be the words you walk
Body you in the van while the is off
Put vein out, watch me insert the dart
Till it bleeds Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light off, thirty-third if my brain is off
explains why my language off
My gun aim and cough, y'all trained to brawl
Y'all more them training 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
weave got more seeds than ODB
Can't wit'cha, watch Ghost tie rope to ya
Def and Wu will ya

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

[Ghostface
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
plush, takin pictures
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
Don't get caught up in my or the way that I speak"
intelligence, slickest 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, Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde
All up in the parrot, numb, real as they come
Versacis, Snow White rabbit
Hands is like photographic
Funeral love, when we hug, don't make 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 front of Masey's I start my own
Tyco, Nike glow, pose
Special effects, high-tech armors, you after shows

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

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