Luyện nghe bài hát Ghost Deini

Yo, time holding the nine, split the Vega in half
Jeeps and my dogs puff grass
Bank stopping, hide your rocks,
The kid with the most knowledge obtain to touch top dollars
Hold me down, hand me my cake, dusty, bake,
Fuck your debates
I'm cake or maybe like ten thousand dollar rabbits
The kid walked through, switch up his accent, now I'm Paris
Cash the bill, frozen in gold
from the most high causes me to break the mold
How the fuck was y'all niggas thinking? You I fell off the ledge?
The legendary 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 God chain-talking
Like Ghostface this, that
Ghost crack, now we revelations spoken through rap
down like the sheik of Iran
Gasoline CREAM wrapped in bands
Model vans, Davis, it's me against housing
Extraordinary pro-black, God creations to control thousands
Catch me at the flicks, Apollo rap Fredick
You know 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 simple ain't it? Well, clever

Marvin, Marvin, you were a friend of
You for somethin, ugh
2Pac, Biggie, ohh how we you so
We y'all both to know
We love you so

A-yo, I'm down
Wally boot, hat, long 4-pound
Ask niggas how I get
Don't much, deluxe plush imaginations
a note 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 juggle
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, as a fuck
Truck, two rappers got stuck night
I ain't saying no names, they know who, you for the change
Outdoor event, New Eve, Cali weed
30 seconds til we tear and
Quick, call all my seeds dipped in the
The ho spotted me, he knew not to call my out
He walked off softly, we
like Christ and the disciples
Black fatigues, dunnie, he held the rifle
We had the whole shit
Your favorite rappers dropping they
On the low tucking they
We made eighty off the

One of the since Magic Johnson, no disrespect
With that keep me out the Project
Rap connects'll me correct
A-yo, I wrote this on Donnie
his funeral, on one knee
Thinking his following me
So to my Donnie, up there
Can you please tell God we fucked up here?
You got beer, weed, guns,
All obstacles, it's hard to make it nowadays
Why's the winning, some say it's our fault
If that's the answer, you know smoking cancer
Let me drop a bracelet, a chain behind
My tape at the beginning cause that's how they rewind
know how we dine, we don't eat swine, and we don't drink wine
If you don't bring me motherfucking cognac, I kill you
I can't you
Ain't in my senses, and you in my dollars
I fuck rottweilers, no leashes, no collars
Brolic scholars, that's Deini