Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, summer holding the nine, split the Vega in half
Jeeps rumble and my dogs puff
Bank stopping, your rocks, hydraulic
The kid with the most knowledge will obtain to touch top
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake,
Fuck corny debates
I'm like cake or like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid through, switch up his accent, now I'm from Paris
the bill, frozen elements in gold
Signs from the most high causes me to the mold
How the fuck was niggas thinking? You think I fell off the ledge?
The Ghost Deini might be dead?
Never, impossible, pull out black like tonsils
Two Gallants, if we got to
Busting at y'all niggas
to wall, Hawkins
Sucking your teeth cause God
Ghostface this, Ghostface that
Ghost sold crack, now we revelations through rap
down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM 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 Fredick
You know what? A-yo, this
A-yo, how can I the crowd?
of all, ain't no mistakes allowed
Here's the instructions, put it
It's simple ain't it? Well, quite

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of
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 down
boot, Jamaican hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get
Don't much, deluxe plush imaginations
Hold a note like Willie
You might've into me on the Rikers bus
Weed in my cheeks, gem in my beauty sleep
Dead serious, knowledge by 2% triple
Come on, we mic's
Three Card Molly, advance to the final
Show these how the way we dance
Hot night,
Came in a booger green '68 Pacer
Mad paper, high as a
Truck, two rappers got stuck night
I ain't no names, they know who, thank you for the change
event, New Year's Eve, Cali weed
30 seconds til we and decease
Quick, call all my seeds in the crowd
The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my out
He walked off softly, we
Formed like and the disciples
Black fatigues, lethal-faced dunnie, he the rifle
We had the shit shook
Your rappers dropping they drinks
On the low tucking they
We eighty off the books

One of the illest since Johnson, no disrespect
metaphors that keep me out the Project
Rap connects'll keep me
A-yo, I wrote this on Donnie
After his funeral, on one
Thinking his following me
So to my Donnie, up there
Can you please God that we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All these obstacles, it's hard to make it
Why's the winning, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smoking cause
Let me a bracelet, leave a chain behind
My tape stay at the beginning cause that's how they
Y'all know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we drink wine
If you bring me some motherfucking 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 Deini