Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Supreme

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas live
Who on this? We ain't got shit, Summin 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 trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard kids is 'bout that, psycho therapy
Fuckin, where the cow chat? till they bury me
Never tell a lie, like George the cherry tree
Now it's cherry pie, if not BROKE, let it be
nuttin 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 like ya want freedom
You know sayin, if ya can't join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We ain't acrobats but we flip on
Pick the Pace up, past snaggin, throw your up
Niggas writin slum with 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 cheesy face, meesly
Ghostface, jump out the window for a taste
Droopy luck, my bitches call me lazy
birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

Cappa thru with the Ghost
Post up like paint on
Drip jew-els, big heat ruffle the bubble-goose
the odd couple, holo-points follow you home in Staten Island
Playin with the big toys that noise
in the hall, a scared voice
Niggas to act choice, but Dunkin 'hinds
Didn't Betty Crocker had them two nines
Made the club moist, the windows
Dust heads runnin, the black kingpin the Black Jesus

Yo, the you talk better be the words you walk
Body you in the van the nurse is off
Put your vein out, watch me the dart
it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian Gulf
Light curcuits off, if my brain is off
That why my language off
My gun aim and cough, ain't trained to brawl
Y'all like them training bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
for the project flow, with extra
I pass out a vest to (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a wire, startin bonfires
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 will ya

[Method
Your shit
Baby shake your shit 'fore your shit
Get like...

[Ghostface
Word, it's me

We in two sixes, flirtin bitches
Dime plush, takin
"How you baby, my name's Ghost
get caught up in my chains or the way that I speak"
Seek intelligence, slickest nigga it since Grease
Check out the greys on the of my waves, my crew doze on Riker's Island
out, malled up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, shakes Jam
Silky texture, Jordan jumped up like Clyde
All up in the parrot, nose numb, real as they
Biggie's Versacis, White rabbit
is like photographic magic
Funeral love, when we hug, don't make it a habit
Hit the gym in two weeks, my all chisseled
unique now, meet the new me
Ghetto fabulous, Atlas
Zulu Nation in the 80's, in front of I start my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
effects, high-tech armors, murk you after shows

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

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