Luyện nghe bài hát Buck 50

[Method
Clientele

Who on this? The Fenon, them niggas live
Who on We ain't got shit, Summin Gotz 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
on the mouse trap, about to snatch the cheese
I heard y'all kids is 'bout that, psycho
Fuckin, where the cow chat? Blue till they me
Never tell a lie, like with the cherry tree
Now it's pie, if it's not BROKE, let it be
nuttin nice in, New York, stick ya for ya cake and ya icin
All that tough talk don't mean when ya up north
So keep hands where I can see them like ya want freedom
You know that sayin, if ya join 'em
'em and push ya way in
We acrobats but we flip on occasion
Pick the up, past snaggin, throw your waist up
Niggas writin slum juice Jacob, FOOL
You're like DUDE, I don't your fuckin attitude
Frontin on my Clan from Shao', we mad at you

Killah]
Yo, dippin cheesy face, meesly pace
Ghostface, jump out the window for a taste
Droopy luck, my main bitches call me
birds say, "Ghost, you're so crazy"

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

Yo, the words you better be the words you walk
Body you in the van the nurse is off
Put vein out, watch me insert the dart
Till it bleeds from Bricks to the Persian
curcuits 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 training bras
Wet the ear, you're not prepared
for the project flow, with stares
I pass out a to wear (bullets'll fly)
Yo, a hard wire, bonfires
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 shit
Baby shake your 'fore your 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 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 on Riker's Island
Stretched out, up in the cage
Pull a ? out on Jimmy Jam, Space Jam
Silky texture, Jordan up like Clyde Drexler
All up in the parrot, nose numb, as they come
Biggie's Versacis, Snow White
is like photographic magic
Funeral love, boohoo when we hug, 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 Masey's I my own Chapters
Tyco, Nike glow, velvet
Special effects, high-tech armors, murk you after

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

[Method
Shoe fly shoe, Wally dark crew
Fuck y'all do? Crack 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 yo' shit, hold yo' dick like
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