Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer time holding the nine, split the in half
Jeeps and my dogs puff grass
stopping, hide your rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the knowledge will obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake,
Fuck corny debates
I'm like or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
Cash the bill, elements in gold
Signs from the most high me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You think I fell off the
The Ghost Deini might be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out burners like tonsils
Two Gallants, if we got to
Busting at y'all daily
to wall, Hawkins
Sucking your teeth God chain-talking
Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations spoken rap
Veloured down like the of Iran
CREAM wrapped in hospital bands
Model vans, Michael Davis, it's me housing
Extraordinary pro-black, sold God creations to thousands
Catch me at the flicks, rap Fredick Douglas
You what? A-yo, fuck this
A-yo, how can I the crowd?
First of all, no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it
It's ain't it? Well, quite clever

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of
You for somethin, ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so
We want both to know
We really you so

A-yo, I'm Gucci
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, long
Ask how I get down
Don't speak much, plush imaginations
Hold a note like Hutch
You might've bumped me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleeve
serious, knowledge by 2% triple geese
Come on, we mic's
Three Card Molly, amps to the final
Show these how the way we dance
Hot night,
through in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, as a fuck
Truck, two got stuck that night
I ain't saying no names, they who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, Cali
30 seconds til we tear and
Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the
The ho spotted me, he not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we
like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he held the
We had the whole shook
Your favorite rappers dropping drinks
On the low tucking links
We made eighty off the

One of the illest since Johnson, no disrespect
With metaphors keep me out the Project
Rap keep me correct
A-yo, I wrote on Donnie roof
After his funeral, on one
Thinking his following me
So to my nigga Donnie, up
Can you tell God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the Devil winning, some say our fault
If that's the answer, you know smoking cause
Let me drop a bracelet, leave a chain
My tape stay at the beginning cause that's how they
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't wine
If you don't bring me some cognac, I kill you
I can't you
Ain't in my senses, and you ain't in my
I fuck rottweilers, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Ghost