Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

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

Marvin, Marvin, you were a of mine
You for somethin, ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so
We want y'all both to
We really you so

A-yo, I'm Gucci
Wally boot, Jamaican hat, 4-pound
Ask how I get down
Don't much, deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a like Willie Hutch
You might've bumped me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my sleep sleeve
Dead serious, by 2% triple geese
Come on, we mic's
Three Card Molly, advance to the final
Show these niggas how the way we
Hot night,
Came through in a booger green '68
Mad paper, high as a
Truck, two got stuck that night
I ain't saying no names, know who, thank you for the change
Outdoor event, New Year's Eve, weed
30 seconds til we tear and
Quick, call all my seeds in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he not to call my name out
He walked off softly, we
Formed like Christ and the
Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the shit shook
Your favorite rappers dropping drinks
On the low they links
We made off the books

One of the illest since Magic Johnson, no
metaphors that keep me out the Project
Rap keep me correct
A-yo, I this on Donnie roof
After his funeral, on one
his killer's following me
So to my nigga Donnie, up
Can you please God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
the Devil winning, some say it's our fault
If the answer, you know smoking cause cancer
Let me a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the cause that's how they rewind
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't wine
If you bring me some motherfucking cognac, I kill you
I feel you
Ain't in my senses, and you in my dollars
I fuck with rottweilers, no leashes, no
scholars, that's Ghost Deini